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She’s weak in the knees
She walks her hand around his body
slow
curious
like she’s learning a language she’s always wanted to speak.
She wants to know him
not just the obvious
not just what anyone could guess
but the small things
the secret things
The things that make him react without thinking.
She wants to understand his body
the way he breathes
the way he tenses
the way he softens
the way he gives in
When it’s her touching him.
Her fingers move gently
testing the waters
finding the places that make him inhale sharply
the places that make his shoulders rise
the places that make him release a breath
He didn’t know he was holding.
And he lets her
let's her explore
let's her discover what makes him come alive
because he wants to know her too
wants to feel her intention
her tenderness
Her desire was wrapped in patience.
They move slowly
guided by instinct
guided by that quiet pulse between them.
Gradually
They make their way to the sofa
their bodies speaking more clearly than words ever could.
She sits down
heart steady
breath uneven
and he kneels between her legs
eyes lifted
waiting
asking without speaking
Is this where you want me?
She nods
just slightly
just enough.
He leans in
kisses her thigh
soft
gentle
a question wrapped in warmth
and she laughs
quietly at first
then louder
because tenderness catches her off guard
and because this moment feels sweeter than she expected.
She feels seen
wanted
chosen
in the softest, deepest way.
He looks up at her
and the expression in his eyes
stops her breath for a moment
soft
controlled
burning
like he’s memorising the sight of her
Like this is a moment he wants to keep.
His hands rest on her thighs
warm
steady
grounding them both.
She touches his face
thumb brushing his cheek
He closes his eyes
just feeling her
as if that single touch
tells him everything he needs to know.
Her fingers wander again
through his hair
down his neck
along the lines of his shoulders
And he shivers
from the way she’s discovering him
from the way she’s learning him with intention.
He rises slowly
just enough for their faces to meet
not touching
just hovering
breath brushing breath.
She enjoys the tease
She becomes really shy
She feels that spark again
that slow pull
that quiet fire blooming in her chest
something deeper than want
something fuller than longing
something that’s been waiting between them
for far too long.
He steps back a little
and she looks at him
almost pleading
And then he comes close
He cups her waist
She wraps her arms around his shoulders
and they lean into each other
holding
breathing
existing in the same quiet moment.
No rush
no noise
no pretending.
Just two people
finally letting themselves feel
finally letting the walls drop
finally stepping into the moment
They were both afraid to lose.
And as he pulls her closer
She melts into him without hesitation
she knows
She’s exactly where she wants to be.
This would only make sense if you have seen the first part,
With Love,
Abii ❤
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