Nerdy Feet

The brunette sits cross-legged, homework spread across her lap, tank top riding high and shorts riding low. May Thai’s bare skin gleams like warm toffee under the lamp. Kristof leans in the doorway, hard already, eyes locked on her. The second she catches the hunger on his face she pulls the tank off, nipples tightening in the open air, and rolls her hips in a slow, deliberate grind. No words. Just the quiet slap of her palm on the mattress and the twitch of his jaw as he crosses the room.