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.