The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the opulent bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air—each particle a silent witness to the unfolding intimacy. It had begun with a spark, a shared glance across a crowded room, and now, it culminated in a symphony of sensations.
Not long after, our lips met in a fierce embrace.
His tongue, a brave explorer, began to coil inside, venturing into the uncharted depths of my mouth, a warm duel igniting between our eager tongues, saliva joining the passionate fray.
And it seemed that our saliva joined the warm duel of our tongues.
"Mmmh… Arturo."
I uttered, half-gasping—perhaps because I found it hard to breathe.
His arms no longer felt like a perch; though he held me tightly so I wouldn't fall.
My arms wound around him like a necklace encircling his neck.
The clash of our lips grew wilder and more voracious. Small kisses turned into fierce, deep grabs that, because of our muffled sounds, could barely be heard.
