He was so close, yet so far away. His fingers tracing my curves, his lips grazing my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I ached for him to touch me, to take me, to make me his.
My heart raced, my body trembled, and my skin flushed. He whispered sweet words in my ear, his voice low and filled with desire. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my stomach, and I felt as if I was going to burst with anticipation.
He trailed his hands down my body, exploring me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, to be his and be taken by him in every way.
He moved slowly and deliberately, his lips and hands working their magic. I felt my body quiver and my desire for him intensifying with each passing moment.
He teased and tantalized me until I was on the brink of pleasure, and then finally, he entered me, pushing me over the edge as I felt him move inside me. I moaned and gasped, my body trembling and pulsing around him.
We moved together, our bodies in perfect harmony, and I felt my body soar as his touch and his passion pushed me further and further. I clung to him and felt his body shudder against mine as our pleasure reached its peak.
We lay there afterwards, exhausted and content, our bodies still intertwined. I smiled and snuggled closer to him, feeling completely and utterly satisfied.
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