His lover digits outlined that contour of that broad skin by deliberate slowness, like in the act of savouring that glow of bare skin.
Warm exhale swept upon his skin when his lover leaned against him, their bodies aligning in growing hunger.
Softly he responded using a unhurried mouth one that deepened just gradually, savouring the sweet softness within his lover’s stillness.
Each touch continued soft, mapping rather than possessing, allowing shared tension rise across delicate currents.
At last his lover quietly spoke his whisper against the lips, every murmur brought both gentleness alongside want.
Amid the shared joined stillness she and he created an intimate flow that became hardly similar to rush and far more more a quiet promise merely the two between the lovers could treasure.
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