The new lingerie

Eve stepped out in her new black lingerie. She wanted my opinion for her boyfriend. One glance and I forgot every word I planned to say. The lace cupped her breasts just right, the straps tracing her narrow waist before disappearing beneath sheer panties. Heat flushed between my thighs. I tried to swallow it down, but my body gave me away. My nipples tightened, pressing against my own top. Eve noticed. A slow smile curved her lips. She moved closer, the scent of her skin mixed with something darker, sweeter. She reached out and brushed a fingertip over the hard little peak straining against the fabric. My breath caught. She leaned in until her mouth hovered at my ear. "Looks like you like it more than he will," she whispered. Her fingers slid lower, tracing the edge of my waistband. I shivered, caught between the black lace on her body and the sudden, wet ache building in mine.