The soft glow of the moon filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Spencer and Olivia's luxurious Los Angeles penthouse, casting silvery patterns across the living room. It was their ten-year anniversary, a milestone neither of them took lightly. Their journey had been one of ups and downs, victories and losses, but through it all, they had remained each other's constant.
Spencer had gone all out to make the night special. He had reserved a table at their favorite restaurant, a place they had frequented during the early days of their relationship. After a decadent meal, they had taken a moonlit walk on the beach, reminiscing about their past, laughing at shared memories, and marveling at how far they had come.
Now, they were back home, and the night was far from over.
Spencer had just returned from the kitchen with two glasses of champagne when he noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere. The lights were dimmed, the air thick with a charged energy that hadn't been there moments before. He felt a thrill of anticipation course through him as he placed the glasses on the coffee table.
Olivia emerged from the hallway, her silhouette framed by the soft light. She was dressed in a stunning, form-fitting black lace bodysuit that accentuated every curve. The delicate material clung to her like a second skin, leaving just enough to the imagination while still revealing the tantalizing expanse of her caramel-toned skin. Her hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, her makeup bold yet sultry, with deep red lips that beckoned to be kissed.
Spencer's breath hitched. After ten years, Olivia still had the power to leave him utterly speechless. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her with an intensity that made Olivia's heart race. But tonight, she wasn't going to let him take the lead. No, tonight was about her showing him just how much he meant to her.
"Sit," Olivia commanded softly, pointing to the plush armchair positioned in the middle of the living room. Spencer hesitated, his usual confidence momentarily shaken by the look in her eyes—one of pure, unfiltered desire. But then he complied, sitting down and watching her with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
She walked over to the stereo, her movements slow and deliberate, and pressed a button. The opening notes of Normani's "Lights On" filled the room, the seductive beat wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Spencer's eyes widened slightly as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on him. [start song]
Olivia sauntered toward him, her hips swaying in time with the music. She locked eyes with him, a sultry smile playing on her lips. She was in complete control, and Spencer couldn't have been more captivated.
As the chorus kicked in, Olivia straddled his lap, her body moving in sync with the rhythm. She rolled her hips sensually, grinding against him in a way that made his breath hitch. Spencer's hands instinctively went to her waist, but Olivia was quick to grab them, pinning them to the sides of the chair.
"Uh-uh," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Tonight, you're all mine."
Spencer groaned softly, his pulse quickening. He was used to being the one in control, but the way Olivia was taking charge, the way she was dominating this moment, was driving him wild. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his senses as she continued to move against him.
Olivia leaned back slightly, arching her back in a way that accentuated her curves, giving Spencer a perfect view of her body as she continued to dance on him. She could feel the effect she was having on him, the way his muscles tensed under her touch, the way his breath became more labored with each passing second. It fueled her, made her want to push him even further.
