The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, striping the quiet living room in bars of gold and shadow where dust motes danced. She was reclined on the sofa, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the book she’d been reading slipped forgotten to the floor, its pages whispering agat the rug. My approach was silent, drawn by the hypnotic rhythm of her breathing and the generous curve of her hip outlined by the thin fabric of her sundress. I knelt beside her, the scent of her perfume—jasmine and warm skin—filling my senses as my gaze traced the delicate hollow of her throat. My fingers, trembling with a reverence I hadn’t known I possessed, brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, and her eyes fluttered open, dark pools of sleepy surprise that quickly softened into something warmer, more knowing. A slow, languid smile touched her mouth as she arched her back ever so slightly, a silent invitation that made my heart hammer agat my ribs. The neckline of her dress gaped with the movement, offering a breathtaking glimpse of full, heavy breasts, the pale skin shimmering in the filtered light. Leaning in, I pressed my lips not to her mouth, but to the frantic pulse beating at the base of her neck, tasting the salt and sweetness of her there. Her hand came up to cradle the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me close as a deep, throaty murmur of approval vibrated agat my mouth, sealing our unspoken pact.
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