ALEXANDER
She’s incredibly soft. I don’t know how someone with the personality of a cactus can have the softest lips, the softest shoulders, the softest breasts I’ve ever touched. It shouldn’t make sense, but it does. She’s spent weeks building walls, holding herself together with silence and distance, but the moment I touch her, all I feel is warmth. The kind that melts under my hands. The kind that makes me want to explore every inch of her, slow and reverent, like I’ve been waiting far too long for this.
At first, she’s stiff beneath me. Holding her breath. Almost like she’s afraid to respond, afraid to want this as much as I know she does. But then my thigh slides between her legs, pressing up against her bare cunt, and everything changes. Her breath stutters. Her lips soften. And wh
