Medora
He pressed a button on his wheelchair, the soft hum breaking the silence as the armrest folded down, creating space for me to straddle him. His hands found my waist, firm yet gentle, while mine instinctively wrapped around his neck, our closeness igniting a warmth between us.
His eyes searched mine, their intensity sending shivers through me. He leaned in, his breath brushing against my lips. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low and full of desire. The simple words sent a pulse of heat through my core, leaving me nearly breathless.
I closed the small distance between us, brushing my lips softly against his. The kiss started tentative, exploratory, before deepening into something slower, more profound. There was no rush, no aggression-just us, savoring every movement,
