***Ophelia***
A sigh escapes me as his lips brush the base of my neck again, tender and slow.
My hands roam the expanse of his chest and shoulders, revelling in the way he feels beneath my fingertips—warm, solid, and so alive. But more than that, it’s what I feel through him. His response to my touch lights me up from the inside. Our empathic abilities, though still new to me, are guiding us along this new path. Spurred on by feelings of love and desire—it feels as natural as instinct.
Instinct that had led us to shed the last of our clothes, in between soft pauses, shy smiles, and tentative touches. We were both nervous, but we moved forward together, drawn by a shared desire too strong to ignore.
This is nothing like the first time I gave myself to someone. That had been clumsy, pain
