A soft touch outlined a soft contour across that broad neckline with tender hesitation, as in the act of recording that warmth from bare surface.
Warm exhale kissed across his nape while his lover settled nearer, both skin fitting amid quiet want.
Softly he met her in a long lingering embrace of mouths which deepened almost by degrees, discovering that sweetness of her restraint.
Every stroke kept patient, learning instead instead of possessing, watching a rising fire grow through tender rhythms.
The moment softly she quietly sighed his call against his skin, that murmur held together tenderness and want.
Within that shared stillness she and he found an intimate pace that appeared hardly like rush rather than more like private truth that the two of the pair might share.
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