Kyle could have used his God's Eye to see what was Amanda doing for so long but he rather chose to maintain the surprise considering how excited she appeared previously.
But now, it was the moment of truth.
*Click*
Opening the door, Kyle stepped through the doorway and stopped dead.
Amanda lay stretched across the bed, completely bare.
One arm rested above her head, the other curved loosely along her side.
A length of red ribbon wound around her throat, then trailed downward between her breasts, circling one soft mound before continuing lower.
The satin dipped into the cleft of her sex, nestling against her folds and clinging there, the fabric darkened where it pressed into her heat.
Her legs were slightly parted, hips angled just enough to invite the eye.
Soft light traced the lines of her body...the gentle rise of her chest with each breath, the curve of her waist, the quiet invitation of her open posture.
