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After a heated kiss, Simon pulls away, the breath he didnβt know he was holding escaping in a warm puff against your neck. He nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
He trails small, soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, each touch igniting sparks of desire as he explores every inch his lips can reach. Unbeknownst to you, his hand quietly traces the hem of your shirt, fingers teasingly slipping underneath the fabric, inching it up to reveal your stomach. He holds your shirt in place with one arm, creating a tantalizing barrier while his fingers roam freely across your skin, exploring the delicate curves and contours of your body.
The only sounds in the dimly lit room are the soft whispers of skin against skin and the gentle sighs escaping your lips as his kisses travel lower. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of heat through you, intensifying with each stroke.
Without warning, he swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, tangling your hair as he discards it carelessly to the edge of the creaky twin bed. His large hand glides over your chest, fingers brushing against the delicate lace of your bra, teasingly intertwining with the fabric before he squeezes gently, sending a thrill through you.
His touch is both possessive and reverent, as if heβs discovering a treasure heβs longed for. The way he caresses you makes your heart race, each squeeze and caress igniting an insatiable desire deep within. You can feel the heat radiating off him as he devotes himself to exploring every inch of your body, your pulse quickening with anticipation.
His breath hitches slightly, the sound barely audible but enough to send another wave of warmth cascading through you. His eyes, half-lidded and darkened with desire, drift over your now-exposed skin, lingering on the intricate lace of your bra as if committing every detail to memory. The intensity in his gaze is almost unbearable, making you feel as though his eyes alone are enough to set your body aflame.
With deliberate slowness, Simon trails his fingers down the center of your chest, grazing the valley between your breasts, the pads of his fingers featherlight against the delicate skin. The anticipation builds with each second, every touch of his hands leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His large hand slides down further, his thumb hooking beneath the edge of your bra, teasingly tugging at the lace. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, βFuck...β
Without breaking the intensity of his gaze, Simon carefully pulls the straps of your bra off your shoulders, his fingers barely grazing your skin as they follow the delicate line of the straps down your arms. The lace falls away, and he discards it with a slow, deliberate motion. His hands now return to your body, palms pressing gently against your skin, his touch sending shivers of anticipation rippling through you.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing just below your collarbone, leaving a trail of searing kisses that moves downward, lower, as if heβs worshiping the very essence of you. His tongue flickers out to taste your skin, each movement agonizingly slow, his lips savoring every inch as if he wants to imprint himself on your very soul. You arch into him instinctively, your body craving more, needing more.
His hand, rough but gentle, cups your breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin there, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. The room feels smaller, more intimate, as though time itself has slowed, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment. His movements are unhurried, as though heβs trying to memorize the way your body responds to him, the way your breath catches and your skin flushes beneath his touch.
Simon pulls back just slightly, his breath once again warm against your skin as his eyes roam over you, admiration and lust mingling in his gaze. βYouβre perfect,β he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. Thereβs something almost reverent in the way he says it, like heβs been waiting his whole life to have you like thisβslow, careful, and consumed by the moment.
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