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He lies, almost curled completely around her; his arm slung over her side, his nose nestled in the crook of her shoulder. He has worshipped her all night, and his manhood finally rests as he lies awake beside her, content to just be with her.
He gazes at her in awe.... It's quite obvious that he is in love with her. You pause in your work to simply watch what this young couple does. You don't see anything you shouldn't.... the silk sheets he requested ensures that, but even if you could you would pay no mind to it.You are simply here to watch this beautiful pair. No, instead you just linger in the shadows.
His arm moves, and he strokes her hair tenderly, his lips caressing her jaw, her mouth, her shoulder. There is again nothing sexual in his activities- he is simply loving her. She stirs slightly in her sleep and he freezes, his hand poised above her naval where he had been rubbing small circles. You want to cry out, to beg her not to wake and end this beautiful moment. Soon she settles again and he breathes a soft sigh. You release a breath you did not realize you had. He resumes his gentle motions, now murmuring soft words of love into her ears. You strain to hear, and pick up a name. Ashley. His lover's name is Ashley. His hands flow like water over her body, a sensual river. A few more minutes and she is stirring, and returning his touches. A caress across his stubbled cheek. Fingertips smoothing over his chest and stomach. Her lips press into his neck as his hands slide to her waist. There is a soft moan, a name. It's his name- Jackson. They kiss for a moment, and then simply gaze at each other, and you can feel their love permeating the room. You decide to give them their space and so you tiptoe out of the room, gather your cart, and head on down the hall, knowing you will savor those tender moments you were priveledged to see for a very long time.
He gazes at her in awe.... It's quite obvious that he is in love with her. You pause in your work to simply watch what this young couple does. You don't see anything you shouldn't.... the silk sheets he requested ensures that, but even if you could you would pay no mind to it.You are simply here to watch this beautiful pair. No, instead you just linger in the shadows.
His arm moves, and he strokes her hair tenderly, his lips caressing her jaw, her mouth, her shoulder. There is again nothing sexual in his activities- he is simply loving her. She stirs slightly in her sleep and he freezes, his hand poised above her naval where he had been rubbing small circles. You want to cry out, to beg her not to wake and end this beautiful moment. Soon she settles again and he breathes a soft sigh. You release a breath you did not realize you had. He resumes his gentle motions, now murmuring soft words of love into her ears. You strain to hear, and pick up a name. Ashley. His lover's name is Ashley. His hands flow like water over her body, a sensual river. A few more minutes and she is stirring, and returning his touches. A caress across his stubbled cheek. Fingertips smoothing over his chest and stomach. Her lips press into his neck as his hands slide to her waist. There is a soft moan, a name. It's his name- Jackson. They kiss for a moment, and then simply gaze at each other, and you can feel their love permeating the room. You decide to give them their space and so you tiptoe out of the room, gather your cart, and head on down the hall, knowing you will savor those tender moments you were priveledged to see for a very long time.