14-06-2025, 04:34 AM
“Feel that?” she whispered.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own heartbeat,” he replied.
Her fingers moved in gentle circles, tracing along the lines of muscle just beneath his skin.
The rain-slicked air clung to them.
His breath grew heavier—not from the pose, but from the closeness.
Her chest pressed against his back, thighs still bracketing his hips, body curved around his like an echo.
He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing hard against his back.
He is enjoying the softness in the hardness
He closed his eyes and simply breathed—through tension, through craving.
And when he finally came up, when he straightened slowly.
He didn’t move away.
Neither did she.
Their eyes locked.
“Too much?” she asked, lips tilted upward.
He shook his head slowly. “Nowhere near enough.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own heartbeat,” he replied.
Her fingers moved in gentle circles, tracing along the lines of muscle just beneath his skin.
The rain-slicked air clung to them.
His breath grew heavier—not from the pose, but from the closeness.
Her chest pressed against his back, thighs still bracketing his hips, body curved around his like an echo.
He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing hard against his back.
He is enjoying the softness in the hardness
He closed his eyes and simply breathed—through tension, through craving.
And when he finally came up, when he straightened slowly.
He didn’t move away.
Neither did she.
Their eyes locked.
“Too much?” she asked, lips tilted upward.
He shook his head slowly. “Nowhere near enough.”
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