Hushed kisses shared in the afterglow. Breathing becoming more steady. We change
Holding both wrists above your head in my strong grasp; you struggle as my
feather light kisses travel down your sensitive ticklish body. You writhe below
me. I gently nip. You giggle, squirming even more.
"Hush, my love."
But senses have been heightened by the evening's passion. Nerve endings have
been freshly ignited. Silence and stillness is no longer an option.
Smiling wryly, my free hand smacks your tender thigh to still you. You laugh
even harder at the swat.
Romantic mood broken.