The woman fingers followed the gentle arc across that broad shoulder using deliberate grace, as if while mapping the living glow of her lover’s body.
Gentle exhale kissed upon his skin the moment softly she leaned tightly, their skin pressing through deep hunger.
The man met her using a long slow touch of lips a kiss that softened almost without rush, exploring her patience from the woman’s stillness.
All brush stayed soft, tracing rather not taking, permitting a rising desire rise across soft waves.
As her voice slowly breathed that call over her lover’s kiss, the whisper contained together tenderness and want.
Through the shared mutual stillness they settled into an intimate pace a rhythm that felt less resembling impatience but instead a quiet promise only they alone between them could guard.
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