The sensation was a delicate dance between vulnerability and trust, a celebration of the emotional and physical bond that had deepened over time. It was as if time itself suspended, leaving us encapsulated in a shared moment of tenderness and understanding.
I want to see him, but the feeling is so strong that it takes over me, and I lean in – my neck, my head, and my back – and my hips are pushed back so I can rock against him.
He sucks me, makes me throb, leaves me weak and undoes me. I slide my hand through his hair and pull him against me, rubbing myself against his tongue. This must be the best feeling in the world, so much so that I do not mind looking like a libertine. I want to feel like this for the rest of my life.
The connection went beyond the physical act, resonating on a so
