Puretaboo
Dee Williams, Anny Aurora, Brooklyn Gray Pic(s)
The amber glow from the single lamp painted the room in long, languid shadows, catching the fine sheen of sweat on his lower back as he moved above her. Her breath hitched, a soft, broken sound swallowed by the press of his mouth agat her throat, a silent conversation of lips and pulse. The scent of him, clean linen and something wilder, muskier, filled her senses as her fingers traced the taut cords of his shoulders, learning the landscape of a body she had only ever imagined. Every shift of his hips was a deliberate, slow-building rhythm, a tide pulling her deeper into the warmth gathering low in her belly. The rough texture of the wool blanket beneath her contrasted sharply with the smooth, heated slide of his skin agat hers, a symphony of sensation that made her arch into him. A low groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating through her own frame as his hand slid down her side, palm flat and possessive, branding her with its heat. She could feel the frantic beat of his heart where their bodies joined, a wild drumming that echoed her own, two separate rhythms merging into one chaotic, perfect cadence. The world outside, with its rules and reasons, dissolved into the quiet, breathless space between their shared gazes, a universe contained within four walls. In that suspended moment, there was only this: the yielding softness, the straining strength, and the profound, unspoken understanding that this was a choice, a deliberate falling not into oblivion, but into a new and terrifying gravity.
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