She lay on the white sheets like someone who surrenders to the sea without resistance. The warm afternoon light caressed her bare skin, painting it soft gold.
He watched her silently, glancing with a glance at every curve that desire had already memorized. He approached in no hurry, because he knew that in slowness lies true pleasure.
His fingers first rubbed her feet, ascending with devotion down the calf, stopping on the knee to draw lazy circles. A sigh escaped from the female lips, barely a sound, but enough to turn it on.
When he reached his thighs, he set them apart tenderly, like one who opens the pages of a holy book. He lowered his head and laid a slow kiss right on top of his Mount of Venus, inhaling its warm, sweet scent.
She bowed her back slightly, offering herself.
His lips continued their upward path, kissing the trembling belly, stopping in the valley between her breasts. He took one by the hand, stroking the nipple with his thumb until he felt it harden under his touch. Then she caught him between her lips, sucking gently, drawing circles with her tongue.
A deeper groan came out of her.
As his mouth caressed her breasts, his hand descended deliberately slowly to find the center of her warmth. His fingers slid through the wet folds, exploring without a hurry, caressing the tiny puffy button with smooth, constant circular movements.
She opened her legs more, surrendering completely to the pleasure of growing in waves. Her hips began to move instinctively against his hand, seeking more.
He looked up and found her with eyes closed, lips opened, breathing agitated. In that moment, she knew she no longer belonged to the world, just to that feeling.
And he continued to love her with his mouth, with his fingers and with the patience of who knows that the most beautiful climax comes when you savour every second of the way.
Ⱥɾç ղ́ ą✍️🖤☕️
© Ecuador-2026
#Eros_Poesía
#TeEsperoEnMiCama
His fingers first rubbed her feet, ascending with devotion down the calf, stopping on the knee to draw lazy circles. A sigh escaped from the female lips, barely a sound, but enough to turn it on.
When he reached his thighs, he set them apart tenderly, like one who opens the pages of a holy book. He lowered his head and laid a slow kiss right on top of his Mount of Venus, inhaling its warm, sweet scent.
She bowed her back slightly, offering herself.
His lips continued their upward path, kissing the trembling belly, stopping in the valley between her breasts. He took one by the hand, stroking the nipple with his thumb until he felt it harden under his touch. Then she caught him between her lips, sucking gently, drawing circles with her tongue.
A deeper groan came out of her.
As his mouth caressed her breasts, his hand descended deliberately slowly to find the center of her warmth. His fingers slid through the wet folds, exploring without a hurry, caressing the tiny puffy button with smooth, constant circular movements.
She opened her legs more, surrendering completely to the pleasure of growing in waves. Her hips began to move instinctively against his hand, seeking more.
He looked up and found her with eyes closed, lips opened, breathing agitated. In that moment, she knew she no longer belonged to the world, just to that feeling.
And he continued to love her with his mouth, with his fingers and with the patience of who knows that the most beautiful climax comes when you savour every second of the way.
Ⱥɾç ղ́ ą✍️🖤☕️
© Ecuador-2026
#Eros_Poesía
#TeEsperoEnMiCama
