Ain't That Innocent

The couple sat across from each other at a rustic wooden table, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. Heat radiated from their skin as they slowly unbuttoned each other's shirts, revealing soft curves and defined muscles. They moved closer, their bodies pressed against one another. He slid his hand down her back, stopping just above her lace-covered bottom. She let out a shiver of anticipation. With a gentle tug, he pulled her onto his lap, her skirt riding high up her thighs. His breath was hot against her neck as he nibbled and kissed his way up to her ear. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing wildly. He cupped her breast over her lace bra, teasing her nipple through the fabric. She g as gone to the grocery store.