A soft hands traced that arc over the warm upper arm using tender grace, almost as she were mapping the living warmth from that nape.
Feather-light air touched upon bare nape as her body moved into him, their bodies matching in deep want.
Her lover met her in a slow unhurried kiss that intensified only without rush, tasting that flavour in her restraint.
Each brush stayed patient, exploring rather instead of taking, allowing the heat gather across delicate pulses.
At last the woman at last sighed that word upon warm breath, that breath held both care and longing.
Within a deep common pause she and he found their pace which appeared less as haste but truer as shared intimacy solely the pair of their hearts alone could guard.
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