Webyoung
Jade Baker, Gianna Dior Pic(s)
The oppressive closeness of the space was a palpable presence, a heavy velvet curtain of heat that clung to our skin with every shared, shallow breath. My back pressed agat the unyielding surface behind me, the cool touch a stark contrast to the furnace blooming between our bodies. His scent, a dark blend of sandalwood and pure musk, filled the air I breathed, becoming my only reality. His hands, calloused and sure, traced a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my hip to the sensitive arch of my ribcage, each touch a brand of ownership. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a vibration I felt deep within my own bones as his mouth found the frantic pulse at the base of my throat. The world narrowed to this single, searing point of contact, the friction of his thigh between mine a delicious, building torment. My fingers tangled in the damp fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as the only anchor in a rising tide of sensation. Every whisper of sound, the slick slide of skin and the ragged pull of air, was amplified in the confined silence. This was a world of our own making, a crucible of desire where every sense was heightened to an almost unbearable pitch.
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