Taylor Swift - instagram imagine

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her eyes flutter shut as you lean in to kiss her, starting what you both know will be an unforgettable night. your lips meet hers in a slow, tender kiss, filled with the unspoken love and desire that has been building between you.

you let your hands explore her body, fingers tracing the outline of her collarbone before moving lower, teasing the edge of the fabric that still covers her. you take your time, savoring each moment, each breath she takes as anticipation builds between you.

"lie back," you whisper, guiding her to the bed. she obeys, lying back against the soft sheets, her eyes never leaving yours. the look you share is filled with a mixture of love and desire, a silent communication that speaks volumes.

you climb onto the bed beside her, remaining fully clothed, but that only adds to the intensity of the moment. you begin with a series of soft kisses, starting at her lips and moving down to her neck, each touch deliberate, almost reverent.

her breath hitches as your kisses grow more insistent, and you feel her body tense beneath you, her chest rising sharply with each carefully controlled breath. she bites down on her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape. you can see the effort she's putting into staying quiet, the way she's struggling to keep her voice from betraying the pleasure building inside her.

her hands, once gently resting on the sheets, suddenly clench into tight fists, gripping the fabric as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded. the tension in her fingers mirrors the tension in her body, a silent plea for more, yet a reminder that she must keep herself in check. each movement, each response is laced with the quiet desperation of someone who knows the thin walls of the house conceal her family just beyond the door.

you feel the heat radiating from her skin as your lips travel lower, leaving a trail of warmth and wetness in their wake. you take your time, savoring each inch of skin you reveal to your touch, every curve and dip of her body that you know so well. the way her breath catches when your mouth grazes her collarbone sends a thrill through you, encouraging you to continue your journey downward.

when your lips finally reach the swell of her breasts, you pause, hovering just above her skin as if you're giving her a moment to anticipate what's coming next. her breath becomes shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she waits for your touch. you can see the way her nipples have hardened, peeking through the thin fabric of her nightshirt, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to tear the cloth away and take her fully into your mouth.

but you want this to last. you want her to feel every moment, every touch, and to remember this night as something more than just passion—it's a shared secret, a forbidden pleasure in the quiet dark of the night. you lean in closer, your breath warm against her skin, and you place the softest of kisses just above her heart, feeling the way it pounds beneath your lips.

she shudders, a quiet gasp escaping her despite her best efforts, and you feel a surge of satisfaction. you're making her unravel, little by little, each kiss and touch pushing her closer to the edge she's so determined not to fall over.

you press your lips to the swell of her breast, your mouth moving in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive skin just enough to make her arch into you. her back lifts off the bed, pushing her chest closer to your mouth, and you reward her by opening your lips wider, letting your tongue trace a path across her skin.

her grip on the sheets tightens, her knuckles turning white with the force of it. you can feel the tension in her, the way her entire body seems to vibrate with the effort of staying silent, of keeping her sounds locked inside. you know she's fighting it, struggling to maintain control when every instinct tells her to let go, to give in to the sensations you're drawing out of her.