Chapter 2: Catalyst
Michael's hands trembled as he slowly, almost reverently, traced the curve of Sarah's hips. He could feel her quivering under his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins. He had never seen Sarah like this, so vulnerable, so exposed, yet so eager.
"Michael," John's voice cut through the tension, firm yet gentle, "she wants you."
Michael looked up at John, seeking reassurance.
John nodded, his gaze steady and encouraging. Michael took a deep breath and slid his hands down Sarah's body, tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, until he reached the hem of her panties. He hesitated, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric.
"Don't stop now," John said, his voice low and commanding. "She's waiting for you."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, meeting Michael's gaze. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. Michael felt a surge of desire, his own body responding to the sight of her.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her smooth skin inch by inch. Sarah lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short pants as the cool air hit her most intimate place.
John watched Michael's every move, his expression inscrutable. He stepped closer to the bed, his voice barely above a whisper, "Taste her, Michael. Make her come with your mouth."
Michael glanced at John, then back at Sarah. She was watching him, her eyes filled with trust and desire.