He was looking at it all. Her muscles, the little muscles on the inside of her thighs, rising uncontrollably. Desire trembled inside her.
Perhaps love is as divine as poets say, but s*x is the fleeting pleasure of the mortal. No, it wasn't just s*x. This proceeded to a mutual and immaculate feeling, a complete surrender.
Yes… that was it.
"It's fine" He repeated, his breath lusciously brushing her intimate area. "I like it"
She was scrutinizing him. The sparkle in her eyes blazed. The rainwater falling through the window formed rippling patterns on his face, neck, and chest. Lying back under the swaying shadows, her breasts seemed to have a little more volume. She is perfect in an instant.
No, for him she has always been perfect.
"Santino…" A shudder ran through her, involuntarily cu
