The night was soft, wrapped in warmth and quiet whispers. Being with Prodigious always felt like stepping into a world where nothing else mattered—just us, just the way we moved together, the way we fit so perfectly.
The evening had started simply, yet beautifully. I had spent the afternoon in the kitchen, preparing his favourite meal, wanting to make the night special. The scent of rich spices filled the air as I stirred the pot, humming softly, excitement bubbling within me. Cooking for him was never a chore; it was an expression of love, a way to show him that he was cherished.
When he arrived, his eyes lit up as he inhaled the inviting aroma. “You spoil me,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I laughed, leaning into his embrace, enjoying the way his presence made everything feel complete.
We sat together, the candlelight casting a golden glow on his face. We talked, laughed, and shared stories, our connection deepening with every passing moment. The way he looked at me, with admiration and something deeper, sent warmth spreading through my chest. There was something about the way he listened, truly present, as if I was the only person who existed in his world.
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Later, as the night deepened, he pulled me into his arms. I watched him, the way his eyes held mine, deep and knowing. There was something about his presence that made me feel safe yet alive, as if every part of me was awake in his arms. The way he touched me, slow and intentional, sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t just passion; it was something deeper, something that lingered beyond the moment.
Time slowed as he traced his fingers along my skin, memorising me in ways that only he could. Every kiss was a promise, every movement a silent confession of everything we felt but didn’t need to say. The room faded, the world outside disappeared, leaving just the rhythm of our hearts, the heat between us, and the undeniable connection that pulled us closer.
I loved this—being with him, wrapped in his warmth, lost in the way he made love to me. It wasn’t just physical; it was an unspoken language between us, a feeling that settled deep in my soul. When it was over, I lay beside him, my body still humming with the echoes of our time together.
I smiled, running my fingers along his arm, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. “I enjoyed my company,” I murmured, a soft chuckle escaping my lips. “And the way you made love to me.”
He pulled me closer, his lips brushing my forehead, his hold firm yet gentle. And in that moment, I knew—there was nowhere else I’d rather be.