Feet On Demand
The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, casting long, warm shadows across the quiet room where Amyra stood, her nerves a palpable flutter in the air between them. Seeing her hesitation, Tom moved with an almost reverent slowness, his fingers gently tracing the line of her shoulder to soothe the tension he found there. A soft, understanding smile touched his lips as he began to undress, his movements deliberate to allow her eyes to grow accustomed to this new intimacy. Her breath hitched as she stepped closer, her own hands trembling slightly as they rose to meet his warm skin, a gesture of tentative trust. He guided her with an infinite patience, his palms a steadying presence on the small of her back as he lowered them both to the softness of the sheets. The world narrowed to the space of their shared breaths and the whispered rustle of cotton, every glance and sigh weaving a deeper connection. A soft gasp escaped her as he pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of her wrist, the sensation sparking a trail of fire along her arm. She let her head fall back, surrendering to the wave of emotion that washed over her, a tear of overwhelming feeling tracing a path down her temple. In that suspended moment, every touch was a silent promise, and every sigh a shared secret, building towards an inevitable, beautiful culmination. Their souls seemed to dance in the hushed stillness, two separate melodies finally finding their perfect, harmonious chord.
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