The woman touch followed his arc over that broad neckline using measured rhythm, as if she were savouring that temperature of her lover’s skin.
Warm exhale swept across his neck and then she moved tightly, joined limbs fitting into soft desire.
Softly he responded through a slow touch of lips that intensified almost slowly, exploring her sweetness of gentle patience.
Each stroke kept unhurried, tracing rather over taking, watching shared fire grow through slow pulses.
At last his lover slowly murmured his call into that open breath, her breath contained together tenderness alongside want.
Within this quiet common stillness they reached one movement and it felt more resembling haste and instead to hidden bond merely the two for their bodies could share.
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