Tanpa lengan di malam hari - ketika keinginannya perlahan-lahan menciumku bangun dan aku tidak bisa menentangnya lagi

The night is dark and quiet, but there is a tension between us that breaks through everything. He rolls around next to me, restlessly, his breath has long since betrayed what keeps him awake. When his hands begin to gently explore me, the peace is over. Every touch becomes more intense, every movement more demanding. And I feel how much he needs me. I get involved, play with this moment, enjoy how his longing grows stronger and stronger. Slowly, agonizingly gently, I bring him closer to the point where he loses control. The heat between us rises, the crackling becomes almost tangible. Until I finally decide to give him exactly what he has been longing for all this time - so that we both finally come to rest.