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His breath: so close to me, like a whisper of satin; a secret; mine. My eyes are closed but I know he is there - I know soon I will feel the softness of his lips touching mine. Soon I will feel his fingers tracing down my body, stroking me, soothing me. His touch; soft, and delicate; sure, and strong.
I narrowly open my eyes, just stealing a glimpse, but that's all I need. His eyes - so deep, never-ending. They tell of his passion, his fire, his lust. And it's just us …