Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the world beyond our quiet sanctuary. His gaze held mine, a silent question burning in the deep pools of his eyes, and my answer was a slow, yielding sigh that parted my lips. I felt the soft pressure of his mouth on mine, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened into a hungry, searching kiss. My hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the damp strands as I pulled him closer, surrendering to the dizzying current of sensation. Every nerve ending sang with the taste of him, a unique flavor of warmth and longing that made my head spin. A soft sound, half-moan, half-plea, escaped my throat as his hands slid down my back, drawing our bodies into a perfect, aching alignment. The world dissolved into the rhythm of our shared breath and the frantic, joyful beating of our hearts. I was adrift in a sea of pure feeling, where nothing existed but the heat of his skin and the whispered promises exchanged in that breathless space between kisses. It was a surrender so complete, so terrifyingly beautiful, that tears pricked at the corners of my closed eyes. In that moment, with the storm raging softly outside, I knew I had found my only true shelter.
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