Chapter 2: Building Tension
He tried to pull away, but she held him firmly in place, her grip tight on his ankles.
Missy moved closer, her cheek brushing against Senna's as she spoke. "Can you tell me something, Senna?" she asked, her breath warm against his ear.
Senna looked up at Missy, his heart racing. "Yes," he whispered back.
"What is it?" Missy pressed closer still and kissed Senna softly on the lips before pulling away again.
"Tell me, Senna. What is it?"
Senna felt the heat rising in his chest at the thought of Missy so close to him, her warm breath on his lips and her body pressed against him. He tried to speak but found himself hesitating.
Missy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sensed his hesitation. She leaned closer once more, her mouth opening slightly as she spoke. "Come on," she coaxed softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Senna could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked into Missy's eyes. He was acutely aware of her closeness, the warmth of both her body and breath against his skin.
"I-I can't," he stammered, feeling himself growing even more aroused at the thought of sharing such a moment with Missy.
Missy smiled wickedly and pulled him closer still, brushing their lips together once more before pulling back again.