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.
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.
A smile invites a kiss; the bed answers with a gentle give. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. Silence returns sweeter than before.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
The headboard waits while they decide together. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. They follow the same unspoken cue toward the center. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
The room feels lighter when they meet over the quilt. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A quiet wave carries them from careful to sure. They reach the edge together and hold there, smiling. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
