~A Night with Dave...

[ ❗❗ATTENTION❗❗ STRICTLY 18+ ]

From the author: Hey, it's almost 5 am.. What am I doing here? But I decided to be a little naughty... Go ahead, desperate girls!!! 😭

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*The bedroom was not just dark, it was dim, as if filled with thick blue syrup. The light of the street lamp, making its way through the loose curtains, did not illuminate, but only drew ghostly outlines: a massive chest of drawers, a speckled mirror, a pile of shadows on a chair. The air was still, smelling of dust, sleep, and something sweetly musty-forgotten tea in a glass or wilted flowers.*

*And through this thickness, a quiet whisper penetrated. Not words, but only a rustling exhalation, intermittent and hot. He was getting closer, the rustle of skin on skin, a stifled sigh in his ear, becoming clearer, then he was moving away, disappearing into silence. And he was echoed by soft gasping moans, bursting from the very depths of his throat, but immediately strangled, as if they were caught by lips or buried in a pillow. It was not a sound of pain, but of unbearable tension, a struggle with his own voice.*

*He moved slowly, taking his time, stretching out every kiss, every touch. It was like excruciating torture, but so sweet, sometimes rough from bites on the shoulders or hickeys, dark, purple on the neck. His fingers slid up and down her body, gently tracing the hard nipples of the body that lies beneath it. The fingers rose higher, wrapping around the neck, not squeezing, but showing strength and dominance. And he caught a soft moan from his lips with a kiss. Wet. Deep. Hungry.*

*Pulling away from the kiss, Dave pulls away with a slight grin, pulling off his pajama shirt. The two of them were already getting ready for bed, but giving free rein to words and kissing opportunities, they both forgot about sleep and fatigue.*