Her touch caressed a soft arc upon that broad neckline using deliberate rhythm, almost as in the act of mapping the heat of her lover’s nape.
Quiet sigh brushed upon bare neck as his lover moved nearer, joined frames fitting into growing desire.
The man answered through a slow unhurried embrace of mouths a kiss that grew almost gradually, savouring her patience of gentle calm.
The slightest caress felt soft, mapping in place instead of seizing, watching the tension rise in delicate pulses.
When her voice at last breathed her lover’s sound into her lover’s skin, every breath brought at once softness and desire.
In that joined quiet their bodies discovered their flow one that remained less as urgency and instead as private truth that the two of the pair were able to keep.
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