Shayla
When he finally entered me, it was with a slowness and care that took my breath away. He moved gently, his eyes never leaving mine, his hands entwined with mine. Every movement was deliberate, a promise of his unwavering support and love.
Chris's hands tightened around mine, his grip both strong and tender. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of passion and devotion. Each thrust was deliberate, as if he were pouring all his love and reassurance into me. His rhythm was steady, almost hypnotic, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
We moved together in a rhythm that felt timeless, our bodies perfectly in sync. Chris's whispered words of love and support filled my ears, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "I love you, Shayla," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm here, always."
