In my bed

We're at the party, just us two. Verunka keeps complaining about the cold, so I pull her in close. Skin on skin. Her body is soft and young, smooth under my hands. I wrap around her until there's no space left between us. She stops shivering the second my breasts press against hers. Heat builds fast when you're both naked and doing these slow, careful touches. My fingers trace her curves, dip lower. She gasps. My mouth finds her neck. The party can wait. Right now it's just heat and breath and the way her hips start to move against mine.