💋 The night that changed everything

The night that changed everything: It all started with a message.
A simple “Are you still awake?” at 11:47 p.m.
She looked at him for a few seconds before answering. Then, without thinking too much, she wrote:

"You come."

It wasn't the first time they had teased each other, but something, that night, was different. There was that tension in the air that you only feel when they have both decided that they will not ask each other any more questions.

When he arrived at the house, she was already ready: black silk dressing gown, nothing underneath. Red lips, determined look. She had lit only one candle. The one with the vanilla and wood scent that he had said he loved.
She opened the door slowly, and he stood still for a second.
“Christ…” she whispered. And then she entered.

There were no more words. Only breaths. His body moved closer to her as if he knew exactly what to do.
His hands moved over her shoulders, then down, following the soft curves beneath the silk.
The robe slipped away like water, revealing warm, bare skin, already waiting.
His fingers explored slowly, without haste. He caressed her neck, then her breasts, then lower, but without touching her there . Not yet.

She undid the belt of his jeans. She pushed them down with her hands, her eyes locked on his. Her mouth was slightly open, inviting. She touched his already hard member with a slow, calculated touch. And there he lost control.

He picked her up, carried her to the couch, and sat her on top of him.
He felt her warm and wet as he guided her inside him, inch by inch.
A moan escaped her lips.
Slowly he began to move, back and forth, his hands on her shoulders, then on her chest. Their breaths intertwined.
She was slow, dominant, master of rhythm.
He let her decide how and how much. And that control drove her crazy.

Then he stood up and bent her over the table. Her legs spread, her buttocks high, the anticipation turning into desire.
He entered her from behind, forcefully. She moaned. His hands grabbed her hips, then caressed her back until he grabbed her hair.
Slowly, he began to push her deeper and deeper.
The sound of skin against skin mingled with her sighs, the wood of the table creaking under the passion.

When they thought it couldn't get any more intense, they lay down next to each other, but their bodies continued to search for each other.
She leaned down, kissing his chest, moving lower and lower…
She took him into her mouth slowly, caressing him with her tongue, making him hard again, while he stroked her hair and moaned softly, holding his breath.
Then she stood over him and took him in again.
This time it was sweeter, slower, more intimate.
They looked into each other's eyes as they moved together, in unison, as if their bodies had known each other forever.
He grabbed her face, kissed her deeply, and they came almost together, their bodies tense, pressed together, their hands intertwined, their hearts beating in unison.

They stood there, naked, embracing, without saying anything.
The silence of the night was dense, but full of meaning.
It had just been sex, and yet… no.
Something had changed.
A boundary had been crossed.
A part of himself had been given and received.
And neither of them, from that night on, would ever be the same again.