Aubrey Sinclair was getting ready for a night out, slipping into a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She struggled with the zipper at the back, her fingers fumbling as she tried to pull it up.

"Can you help me with this?" she purred, turning to her partner with a mischievous grin. He stepped closer, his hands reaching for the zipper. But instead of zipping it up, he teased her by slowly dragging it down, exposing her bare skin inch by inch. Aubrey shivered with anticipation, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs.

"Zip me up, babe," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. But he ignored her plea, his lips trailing kisses along her spine as he continued to unzip the dress. Aubrey's breath hitched, her body trembling with need as he finally pulled the dress off her, leaving her standing there in nothing but her lace lingerie.

Their passion ignited, they moved to the bed, their hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies with unrestrained lust. Aubrey arched her back, offering herself up to him, eager to be taken in every way possible.

As they reached the peak of their desire, Aubrey whispered those three words again, "Zip me up," and this time he did, sealing their connection in a fiery embrace that left them both breathless and satisfied.