The room was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of candles scattered around the space. I could hear the faint sound of rain outside, its rhythm calming, as though it too was in tune with the slow, steady beat of my heart.
Doc stood before me, his eyes searching mine, deep with
something I couldn’t quite name. There was a softness to him tonight, something
that made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt before. I wasn’t just his in this
moment—I was cherished. It wasn’t a fleeting desire, it was something
much deeper, something that connected us on a level that I had only just begun
to understand.
His fingers brushed the curve of my cheek, the touch light
as a whisper, but it sent shivers across my skin. I leaned into him, my body
gravitating toward his warmth.
“Are you sure?” His voice was low, steady, as he traced the
outline of my lips with his thumb.
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. I didn’t need
words. Not tonight. Tonight, everything between us was unspoken, carried by the
quiet intensity of our connection.
He slowly undressed me, his movements deliberate, as though
he was savoring every second. The feel of his hands against my skin was a
gentle reminder of how much care he took with me—how much he saw me. He
wasn’t rushing. There was no urgency in his touch. It was as though time had
slowed down for us. Each piece of clothing fell away, each layer revealing more
than just my body, it was my trust, my vulnerability, my willingness to be open
to him in ways I hadn’t been before.
When I was standing there before him, bare and exposed, he
took a step back, his eyes drinking me in, his gaze soft yet filled with a
hunger that was patient, that was earned.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
His words weren’t just about my physical appearance, though they were true—they
were about the way he saw me. The whole of me.
“I want to make you feel everything,” he said as he stepped
closer, his hands sliding slowly down my arms, sending warmth through me as his
fingertips brushed my skin.
His lips met mine, soft at first, testing, lingering. It was
a kiss that didn’t demand, but simply was. A kiss that let me feel him
in the way that I wanted to feel—deep, slow, and tender.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine,
our breaths mingling. “I want to take my time with you, Andrea,” he whispered,
his voice rough with a need that mirrored my own. “I don’t want to rush. I want
to savor every moment.”
I nodded, my heart fluttering in my chest. I didn’t need him
to rush. The way he was looking at me, touching me, felt like the culmination
of everything we’d shared so far—a depth of intimacy that wasn’t just physical.
It was emotional, spiritual, and now, it was about connection. Slow and steady,
building something we could both trust.
He kissed my neck, his lips soft against the sensitive skin,
and I let out a breath, my head tilting back slightly, giving him more access.
His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, until I could feel the heat of
his body against mine.
“I want you to feel everything,” he repeated, his
voice low, almost reverent. His hands roamed to my hips, gripping me gently,
guiding me toward the bed.
He helped me lie down, his body following mine as he
stretched out beside me, his face hovering above mine, watching me with a gaze
that was a mix of devotion and longing. His fingers brushed through my hair,
moving it away from my face as he kissed me again, this time slower, more
deliberate.
“I love you, Andrea,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ve
never loved anyone like I love you. And tonight, I’m going to show you how
much.”
I felt the sincerity in his words, the weight of them
settling deep in my chest. And for the first time, I let go completely,
allowing him to be the anchor I needed.
He moved lower, kissing along my neck, down to my chest. His
hands explored me with a reverence that made me shiver. Every touch was a
promise—a promise of trust, of safety, of love. He kissed me like he had all
the time in the world, and I let myself be lost in it.
His hands traveled further, his fingers slipping slowly,
gently, over my body. I was so aware of every touch, every caress, that it felt
like my skin was burning with need. But it wasn’t just a physical hunger—it was
a desire to be seen, to be felt by him in a way that no one else ever
had.
As his fingers traced the delicate line of my body, I closed
my eyes, letting out a soft moan. I didn’t want him to rush. I wanted this to
last. I wanted every moment to be stretched out, every feeling to be
heightened.
He kissed me again, his lips lingering on mine as he moved
slowly between my legs. I gasped as he entered me, the stretch of him filling
me completely. But there was no rush, no frantic energy. His pace was slow,
deliberate, as though he was savoring every moment, just as I was.
I met his rhythm, matching the slow, sensual pace as we
moved together. Every thrust was deep, every movement a slow burn that built
inside me, until I was on the edge, holding on, wanting to give in to the flood
of sensation. But I didn’t want it to end. Not yet. I wanted to savor every
second of this.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against my ear, his voice
filled with wonder as he moved inside me, his hands holding me close. “I’ve
never wanted anything more than this. Just you.”
His words sent me over the edge, my body trembling beneath
him, a soft cry escaping my lips. But still, he moved with me, never speeding
up, just holding me close as I came down, his lips brushing against my neck,
his breath warm and steady.
And when it was over, when we were both lying together,
tangled in sheets, I felt more connected to him than I ever had. Not just
physically, but emotionally. There was nothing rushed about this. There was
only the slow, beautiful dance of two souls finding each other in the quietest,
most intimate ways.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, as I nestled into his chest, his
arms tightening around me.
“And I’m yours,” he replied, his voice filled with quiet
satisfaction, knowing that the connection we shared was something deeper than
anything I had ever known.
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