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He holds my face, his kiss deep. My hands holding his sides, I can feel his warmth. The curves of his body, the way he breathes. I lift my chin to kiss him deeper. I part my lips willingly, and he enters his tongue. Massaging mine slowly, pulling and giving.
My mouth filling with his taste.
I can already feel my heart racing in my chest, my body heat rises. An instinctual throbbing and dampness between my legs, a desperate need for him. His body settles between my legs, we fit like a puzzle piece. Like he belongs there. His hips pressed into mine, his weight feels like protection.
The chords in my neck throbbing.
My hands instantly trying to pull up his shirt, he smiles against my lips. "Slow down." He whispers as he huffs a chuckle- breath hot against my skin, "We got all night." He adds, making me blush. He kisses my jaw, his teeth grazing my earlobe. My back arches and I exhale, "We'll get there." He mumbles lowly, I bite my lip.
His hands slide up my sides under my shirt, his hands hesitate for half a second, like he's steadying himself to slow down, before they move- slow, deliberate, as if he's memorizing my skin and every curve. My back slowly curves into his touch.
My arms wrap around his neck, fingers in his hair as he kisses over the sensitive skin just under my ear. He kisses slowly, like each one matters- like he's thanking me for trusting him with something this fragile.
My eyes close, my breaths long but controlled. A shiver runs through my whole body when I feel his tongue graze my skin, my breath stutters at the sensation. His breath is hot.
His hips slowly roll against me, I gasp before my brain could even register the sensation. I can feel how badly he wants me. He lets out a low groan against my skin, then I feel him clench his jaw before he kisses down to my collarbone.
His hands slide around to my back, slowly trailing down. A shiver runs through me, slow and deep, settling low in my stomach. His hands end at my hips where his thumbs brush down my curves. "Can I take off your shirt?" He whispers, I nod quickly. "Yes." I say. We both sit up, I grin as I raise my arms and he smiles sweetly.
His hands slowly pull off my shirt, his eyes rake over my torso. I bite my lip as I unlatch my bra before tossing it on the floor. His chest rises and his jaw clenches, I lay back and look up at him. He exhales lowly his gaze deep, like he's admiring. My chest heaving as he looked in awe at my newly exposed skin, heart pounding in my ears.
His hands run up my sides, slowly. Every place he touches, he pauses, like he's silently asking permission even though I've already given it. His palms are warm, grounding, the kind of touch that makes me feel held rather than handled. My eyes close when he finally touches my breasts, his fingers gentle.
My chest rises and follows his touch, my hands inch up next to my head on my pillow- opening up for him. I feel his lips touch mine, I instantly lift my chin and kiss him back. Our breaths tangled. My hips press up into his, he follows my lead and his press down into mine in a slow grind. Both of our lips part as we gasp at the sensation.
