Pretty Lace

Emma Lou looks like a daydream you never want to wake from. Bathed in the soft, hazy light pouring through gauzy white curtains, she reclines across crisp white bedding in the most beautiful blush-pink lace bodysuit, her auburn hair piled up loosely, a few strands curling around her cheeks as she smiles that slow, dreamy smile. The pale lace traces every curve of her body like it was made for her alone, the delicate floral pattern casting a subtle shadow on her warm skin as she stretches out like a cat in the afternoon sun, the soft blue-grey walls of the room framing her in gentle, cool tones.

She peels the lace from her shoulders with the unhurried grace of someone who knows she has all the time in the world, letting it slip down past her waist and away, until she is nothing but bare skin and that irresistible warmth in her dark eyes. Emma arches against the white pillows, unapologetically gorgeous, the last traces of blush lace discarded beside her as the morning light kisses every inch of her. Pretty lace was only ever the beginning of something far more breathtaking.

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