Part 7

"I am only yours, Tata, we showed that clearly today on the event," he whispered and grabbed my hand. He led me to the bedroom and laid me down in the middle of our big bed. Then he dimmed the lights, creating a romantic vibe.

He kissed my shoulder, my collarbone. He traced a path with his tongue across my neck, then kissed my cheek and my forehead. Our lips crashed together, and our tongues played with each other. Our bodies fit together like perfect pieces of a puzzle.

We moved against each other slowly. I could feel how aroused he was, how he moaned softly against my ear. But he didn't want to rush. I was the center of his pleasure, everything he did was for me, to show me how much he loved me.

His hands explored my body as if it were our first time. He took his sweet time. He played with my nipples, he loved them so much. His touch moved over my abs, my lean, muscular body that he always worshiped. He kissed the tattoo on my lover abdomen. Word "Tanabelt", like an ingrown belt on my skin. I needed him so much. I yearned for him so intensely that it hurt.