Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. A hush arrives at the peak and stays a moment longer. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They breathe together until timing clicks into place. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. Sheets crease, then smooth with the next breath. A final swell drifts into soft silence. Silence returns sweeter than before.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
The headboard waits while they decide together. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. They ride the last stretch with easy, certain focus. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
