𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟓𝟖

As Sadira stepped through the front door, she was in awe of the house's beauty. The soft click of her sandals echoed across the marble floors as she moved slowly, taking in the high ceilings, the grand chandeliers, and the way the light poured in through the massive windows. She walked through the open living room, running her hand along the sleek, black granite countertops in the kitchen. The house felt like a dream—far more than she'd ever imagined.

"How... when did you do all of this?" she asked, turning to Davis, her voice filled with surprise.

Davis stood leaning against the island, his arms crossed, watching her with a proud smile. "I had some time," he said casually, his eyes never leaving hers.

Sadira smiled, warmth flooding her chest. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a soft kiss. "You're incredible, you know that?"

He grinned, his hands settling on her hips as he lifted her up effortlessly, sitting her on the counter. She giggled, feeling the cool surface beneath her thighs. Davis leaned in, kissing her deeply, his hand cupping her cheek.

She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "How about we break the house in a bit?"

Davis chuckled, shaking his head slightly, but there was a gleam in his eyes that told her he knew exactly what she meant. He kissed her again, deeper this time, before picking her up in his arms with ease.

Davis couldn't resist the invitation. He crossed the room in long strides, closing the distance between them. His hands found her waist, fingers splaying over the smooth skin just above her dress. The fabric was thin, almost translucent in the dim light, and it clung to her curves like a second skin. He traced the outline of her belly with his thumb, feeling the slight swell beneath his fingertips.

"Absolutely," he murmured, lowering his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

Sadira melted against him, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed herself closer. Davis's hands roamed lower, skimming over her hips and down to the hem of her dress. He lifted it slowly, letting it pool around her waist before sliding his hands back up to cup her ass. The feel of her bare skin against his palms sent a jolt of desire through him, and he groaned into her mouth.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered, breaking the kiss to gaze into her eyes.

Sadira nodded, her breath hitching as she followed him up the stairs. Davis led her to the master bedroom, the room still sparsely furnished but imbued with potential. Davis turned to her, his eyes dark with need, and began to undress her slowly, reverently.

First, he unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. Next, he unclasped her bra, watching as her full breasts spilled free, nipples pebbled from the cool air. Sadira shivered, but Davis pulled her close, warming her with his body. He knelt before her, removing her shoes and then her panties, leaving her gloriously naked.