Muffled moans slipped out from her lips, soft and broken, caught beneath the pillow pressed against her cheek. The bed shifted gently beneath their bodies, creaking quietly as he moved with steady urgency.
Each motion was deliberate, measured, like he was painting a slow, beautiful picture with their tangled limbs.
His mouth found the curve of her neck, lips brushing lightly before pressing firmer, tasting the faint sweetness lingering beneath the salt of her skin.
Each kiss left a warm mark, a trail of fire that sent shivers running down her spine.
Inside her, the pressure deepened, different from before, angled and slow, coaxing tiny trembles from deep inside.
His movements weren't rushed; they were patient and teasing, drawing her further into the moment like a gentle tide pulling her under. She could feel the heat of his body pressing down on hers, muscles flexing as he held himself steady, buried deep inside her.
