Before I fix my gaze on the floor, I take one last look at him, and smile. I lower myself to my knees, lean forward and rest on my hands. One deep cleansing breath removes a weight from my shoulders. My love for him lifts me up, makes me feel light.
I’m in the moment.
I crawl towards him. Slow. Savoring every minute, I feel the tension build; the distance shrink. His eyes on me tense my nipples, and wet my cunt. But, sex is not in my thoughts.
I’m not thinking at all.
I just… am.
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