Vibe with mommy
The fire cast a warm, dancing glow across the room, painting our skin in hues of gold and shadow. His hand found the small of my back, a gentle pressure that spoke volumes more than any words could. I felt my breath catch as his lips traced a slow, deliberate path along my shoulder, each touch a silent promise. A soft sigh escaped me, lost in the quiet crackle of the flames and the frantic rhythm of my own heart. My eyes fluttered closed, then open, my gaze blurring until his face was the only clear thing in the universe. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment of profound connection, where every nerve ending sang with a delicious, aching sensitivity. I could feel the trust between us, a tangible force as solid as the floor beneath us, making me feel both vulnerable and incredibly safe. A single tear, born of overwhelming emotion, traced a hot path down my cheek, which he tenderly brushed away with his thumb. In that quiet intensity, I felt completely unraveled and yet more whole than ever before, our souls whispering secrets our mouths dared not utter. We were adrift in a perfect, private sea of sensation, where every look and every touch was a language of its own.
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