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It started slow.

A soft click.
The bedroom door closing.
The way his eyes settled on me — not with hunger, but with patience.
Like he knew exactly what was about to happen, and just wanted to watch it unfold.

I stood there in soft lingerie — black, sheer, hugging my skin like a second breath.
My robe slipped open. Not completely. Just enough to show the lace, the curve of my thigh, the tightness of my chest rising with every breath.

I moved slowly.
Deliberate.
Letting him see everything, but not all at once.

First, I straddled him.
Still clothed.
Still in control.

My fingers found his belt — unfastening it without ever breaking eye contact. When I sank between his legs, it was quiet. Reverent. I opened my lips for him like a secret, letting him slide in deep, letting him feel how much I wanted to please him.

I moaned around him.
On purpose.
Just to feel how it made him twitch in my mouth.

He groaned my name.
Touched my hair.
But didn’t move. He knew this moment was mine.

When I pulled back, lips wet and glowing, I stood again.
And this time, I kept going.

One strap fell.
Then the other.
Then the lace dropped to the floor like it had been waiting for permission to let go.

Now I was bare.

My skin burned in the soft bedroom light — not from shame, but from the way he looked at me like I was something sacred.

I climbed onto the bed. Spread myself wide.
And touched myself — slow and teasing — while his breath caught across the room.

One hand between my thighs. The other across my chest. I moaned, back arching, body pulsing against my own touch as I brought myself higher and higher, showing him everything.

And when I came, I didn’t hide it.

I let the sounds echo in the quiet.
I let my fingers stay wet.
I let my thighs tremble, open and slick and ready.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

He was over me in a breath — hands on my hips, mouth at my throat, body hard and ready as he filled me with one deep, perfect motion.

I gasped, wrapping my legs around him, surrendering completely as he moved inside me — harder, deeper, shifting my body into positions that left me shaking, begging, undone.

He bent me. Lifted me. Took me.

From behind. On top. Against the pillows.

I gave it all to him.
Because I wanted to.

And when he finally pulled out — chest heaving, voice cracking — and spilled across my stomach, my breasts, my flushed, ruined skin…

I looked up at him, smiling.
Dripping. Glowing. Owned.

And whispered,
“Again?”

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