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The evening air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked jasmine, clinging to our skin as we stood in the soft glow of the porch light. His eyes, dark and heavy with unspoken longing, held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. A single, tentative finger traced the line of my jaw, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine, awakening every nerve. I felt the solid warmth of his chest beneath my palm, his heartbeat a frantic, answering rhythm to my own. Slowly, I lowered myself, the world narrowing to the space between us, the quiet symphony of our shared breaths. My lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, tasting salt and the sweet promise of the night, feeling the low groan vibrate against my mouth. His hands tangled gently in my hair, not guiding, but simply resting there, a silent plea and a profound thank you. Every sigh he released was a melody that wrapped around my soul, pulling me deeper into this intimate dance. A profound vulnerability washed over me, a beautiful, terrifying surrender to the waves of sensation we were creating together. In that suspended moment, we were not two people, but a single, trembling note of pure, shared ecstasy.
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