Her touch caressed the gentle curve over her lover’s shoulder in measured rhythm, almost as if mapping the living softness of bare flesh.
Quiet sigh kissed across that skin while she leaned against him, entwined bodies fitting with growing desire.
In answer he answered with that slow kiss that opened almost gently, discovering the sweet tenderness from her stillness.
All caress felt gentle, mapping in place than claiming, allowing shared tension rise amid slow currents.
Finally when she at last whispered that sound across his kiss, that sound carried at once softness and want.
In the shared silent calm they found a pace one that seemed less resembling haste instead of truer resembling private truth just the two between the lovers would guard.
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