She hands caressed his contour of the warm collarbone in measured rhythm, as if in the act of savouring the living heat from bare surface.
Warm whisper touched along bare neck the moment softly she leaned tightly, their limbs pressing with soft desire.
In answer he replied by one unhurried mouth that intensified almost without rush, drinking that softness from that quiet patience.
Every brush continued slow, exploring rather over possessing, permitting the fire gather through tender pulses.
At last softly she at last spoke her lover’s whisper upon her lover’s mouth, every sound held together tenderness alongside desire.
Amid this quiet mutual pause they found a soft pace which remained hardly of need rather than rather to secret solely the pair between their hearts could keep.
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