The darkness enveloped them, the only sound between them the soft, steady rhythm of their breaths. He moved closer, guiding her back gently against the wall, the cool surface of it contrasting with the warmth of their bodies pressed together. She couldn't see him, but she could feel every inch of him, every movement, and every breath that brushed against her skin.
He kissed her lips softly at first, teasing, pulling away just as her lips parted in response, only to return again with a deeper, more lingering kiss. It was playful, but it held something more-something unspoken that echoed in the tension building between them.
His hands roamed slowly, and he kissed her along the curve of her chest, trailing down toward her ribs. His lips lingered over the sensitive skin, savoring the way she shivered under his touch. Her breath caught, and she closed her eyes, caught in the sensation.
He moved lower, kissing her navel, the soft curve of it sending a jolt of warmth through her body. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he were marking the very spaces that made her who she was-each touch, each kiss, a moment of intimacy shared between them.
She gasped, her voice a soft whisper, "You're taking your time..." The words were laced with pleasure, a quiet invitation for more. She held him closer, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, urging him on without saying more. She didn't need to-he could feel it in the way her body reacted, the way her breath came faster as she enjoyed the playful affection he showered her with.
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