Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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The first brush of his fingertips against the bare, warm skin of her stomach made her gasp, a sharp, delicious sound that fueled his courage. He didn't rush. He explored the flat plane of her belly, the delicate curve of her ribs, his touch a slow, deliberate brand. He was savoring every second, drawing out the anticipation until the air was thick enough to taste.
 
“Her skin… it’s so soft, so real. Why is this happening so slowly?”
 
His hand journeyed upwards, pushing the fabric of her shirt before it. His fingertips brushed the underside of her breast, and he felt her entire body arch into his touch, a silent, desperate plea.
 
He cupped one of her breasts then, his palm finally covering the full, perfect weight of her.
The sensation was staggering. It was softer, warmer, more real than any fantasy.
 
He felt the heavy, velvet fullness of the breast settle into his hand, a perfect fit that felt as though it had been made just for him. His thumb, with a will of its own, began to stroke, tracing slow, maddening circles around the taut peak he could feel straining against his touch.
 
“This is her. This is what I’ve dreamed of.”
 
The softness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts against his palm was a sensation that made time slow, each second stretching into eternity.
 
Her body responded to his touch with a quiet eagerness, a subtle shift that deepened the connection between them, as if her very essence was inviting him in.
 
The firmness of her breast, so perfectly molded to his hand, sent a surge of desire through him, but it was the tenderness in the way her body curved into his, trusting him, that made him feel more vulnerable than ever before.
 
He wasn’t just touching her; he was cradling something precious, something fragile, and in that moment, she was his entire world.
 
His thumb traced the slight curve of her breast, moving with a slow reverence, as if he were learning every inch of her body.
 
She sighed, the sound barely a whisper, and the warmth of her breath against his skin only deepened the bond between them. It was as if they had become something greater than the sum of their parts, a quiet understanding, a shared tenderness that transcended mere physicality. 

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