The soft light of the lamp and the cozy peace of the room are disturbed only by our rapid breathing, when it slowly enters and leaves me, measured and sweet - divine. He moves slowly in me, enjoying me. I stroke him - without breaking borders - caress his hands, hair, lower back, strong buttocks - and my breathing quickens when a measured rhythm pushes me higher and higher to the peak of pleasure. I make a moan; the heart jumps out of the chest. Breathing quickens, a hot, heavy wave of excitement sweeps through my veins. He caresses my ass, with the other hand holds on to the hair on my head,