The woman digits glided along a soft contour along that broad shoulder using careful grace, almost as softly savouring his warmth of bare nape.
Gentle breath swept over the throat when his lover pressed against him, the two bodies pressing into silent hunger.
Softly he replied by that deep kiss which grew quite gradually, tasting her patience of that quiet calm.
Any brush remained soft, mapping instead not taking, watching the tension build by delicate rhythms.
As the woman quietly spoke that sound across her lover’s mouth, the soft breath carried together tenderness mixed with want.
Amid this quiet silent moment the two created a soft cadence one that became not so much like need but instead as shared intimacy just the pair for the pair would keep.
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