Dancing with our hands tied- Taylor SwiftxFemale Reader

chapter -7

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the cabin walls. The air, thick with the scent of pine and the lingering warmth of the day, held a seductive stillness. They had finished dinner, a simple meal of roasted vegetables and grilled chicken, the aroma lingering in the air. The dishes were stacked on the counter, but neither of them cared.

Taylor, her heart alight with desire, had drawn y/n into the living room. The warmth of the fire enveloped them, casting a soft glow on their entwined forms.

The couch was littered with blankets, the throw pillows scattered around the room, the remnants of their afternoon spent reading poetry and whispering secrets. Everywhere they looked, they saw the traces of their love, of their presence in this cabin, in this sanctuary of their shared world.

Taylor, her fingers playing with the hem of y/n's shirt, was captivated by the sight of her girlfriend. Y/n, her face flushed with excitement, was lost in Taylor's eyes, a love-drunk gaze that both captivated and unnerved her.

Y/n laughed. "What are you thinking, Taylor?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper as she reached for Taylor's hand, her fingers tracing the lines of Taylor's palm, feeling a primal connection pulsing between them.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am," Taylor confessed, her voice soft and low, as she leaned in closer to you. Her breath tickled y/n's ear. "I can't believe you're mine."

With a sigh, Taylor leaned in to kiss y/n, her lips a gentle caress. Their kiss, a symphony of unspoken feelings, escalated, growing more intense with each passing second. Taylor's hands, moving with a practiced ease, were lost in your hair, tangled in your hair, pulling lightly, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

Y/n's arms wrapped around Taylor's shoulders, holding her close. Her heart, filled with a love that was both exhilarating and terrifying, beat in sync with Taylor's. They were lost in the moment, their breaths mingling.

Then, Taylor broke free, her lips tracing a path across your jawline, down the curve of your neck. She found a tender spot just beneath your ear. She brushed her teeth against it, arousing a deep, low moan that escaped your lips.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her words hot against your skin.

She lifted your chin, her gaze met yours. Her eyes, filled with a depth of desire that sent shivers down your spine, were an invitation to a world where nothing else existed, a world where only they mattered-a world where their love consumed them, swept them up into a whirlwind of passion.

Y/n's hands, trembling with a mix of hope and longing, traced the curves of Taylor's body, loving every inch of her, every curve and every line. She was lost in the rhythm of their connection, her body a vessel for a love that had become uncontainable, unmanageable, a raw force that consumed them both.

They kissed again, their mouths locked in a desperate embrace, their bodies swaying in a rhythm that reflected the intensity of their desire. Their clothes began to pile up on the floor, a testament to the fire that was consuming them, a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for so long.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, with the musk of their body's coming together. As Taylor moved closer, her hands traced the contours of your body, her fingers lingering on a delicate curve of your hip, finding the edge of your silky underwear.

She leaned into you, her fingers playing with the buttons of your blouse, the sound of the buttons popping open adding to the symphony of arousal.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered again, her voice husky with desire. "I love you." She gazed at your body, her eyes drinking in the sight of you. "Just look at you," she said.

The sight of you, your body a canvas of passion and desire, fired Taylor up, sending a surge of excitement through her. She moved closer, her hand, with a practiced ease, found its way to the button of your pants, the sound of the button popping open adding to the symphony of arousal.

"I love you, Taylor," you whispered back, your voice wavering and filled with longing. You had always been a little bolder than her, and now you were ready to take the reigns. You tugged at the hem of her shirt, the fabric soft in your hand, and, with a gentle pull, you sent the shirt tumbling to the floor. You reached out to caress her back, loving the feel of her skin against your fingers, the way her muscles moved beneath your touch. You wanted her. "Why don't you take your pants off? " you whispered, your voice, a mix of excitement and nervousness, a plea for something more.

"I can't hold on any longer," she confessed, her voice husky with desire, every ounce of inhibition gone. "I need you."

Taylor, her breath a hot rush against your skin, her eyes filled with a passionate intensity, started to move slowly. She took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. It was their refuge, their sanctuary, their haven-a place where they could be free.

Their clothes were scattered on the floor, discarded in a flurry of movement. It was a testament to the power of their love, a love that consumed them, that consumed every part of them.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the cabin: the gentle whispers of their names, the soft moans and sighs, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the wet sounds of their love, as if the very air they breathed was charged with their passion.

Taylor, her body trembling with desire, her hands moving with instinctive grace, began to pleasure you. The rhythmic sounds of their lovemaking filled the cabin, the sound of their bodies coming together, a symphony of love, a testament to the raw intensity of their love, a love that was as powerful as it was beautiful.

She kissed your neck, her lips and tongue tracing the outline of your collarbone. Her teeth gently grazed the curve of your shoulder, and you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair.

"You feel so good," Taylor murmured, her voice thick with desire, her breath hot on your skin. "I can't... I can't get enough."

You pulled her tighter, your hands tracing the lines of her back, your nails digging into the smooth expanse of her skin. Her touch sent a wave of pleasure through you.

Taylor slid two fingers between your lips, her eyes meeting yours. Something about seeing you mouth her fingers, something about the way your tongue lapped around them, filled Taylor with a primal feeling, a raw, primal desire that made her heart beat faster and her breath catch.

She watched, enthralled, as you sucked on her fingers, a wave of pleasure washing over you. The feeling was intoxicating-the way you looked at her, that intensity in your eyes, the way your body arched against hers.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers. Taylor's fingers, wet with your saliva, were close to your mouth. She knew this was a game, a play for your attention, a way to claim you, to make you hers. But it was also a deeply intimate act, a transfer of touch, of shared vulnerability, of raw desire.

Then, with a pop, you withdrew her fingers from your mouth. Taylor's eyes, filled with a playful mischief, met yours. "I love you," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mixture of pride and desire.

Later, the fire in the hearth had dwindled to embers, casting long shadows across the cabin. The air, heavy with the lingering scent of love and passion, was filled with a quiet intimacy. You lay nestled together in the bed, your bodies intertwined, the sheets pulled tight, the warmth of their shared heat a comfort.

Taylor ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and reassuring. She kissed your forehead, her lips lingering on its softness.

"You're everything to me, you know," she murmured, her voice filled with a tender love, a love that transcended the fleeting nature of their moment.

Lol, I didn't put warning but at least this is a slight smut or whatever it called, well them enjoying themselves before the drama start🤧