Us once more

Overwhelmed by an avalanche of joy, she finds herself momentarily paralyzed, rooted to the spot as if the sheer intensity of her elation has rendered her motionless. It's a beautiful stillness, a pause in the symphony of life where she savors the crescendo of happiness that has swept over her. In this tranquil interlude, she is a statue basking in the sun, a silent witness to the power of her own jubilation.

Mark approaches, his steps a silent ballet across the floor. He leans down, his breath a warm whisper against her skin, and presses his lips to hers—a kiss that is both a farewell and a promise. It is a kiss that speaks of the depth of their connection, a gentle brush of affection that lingers like the memory of a perfect moment.

Her lips tingle with the contact, a soft echo of the ecstasy that still hums through her veins. And as he pulls away, he carresses her body one last time. Each touch of her face, lips, neck, chest and breasts, down to the stomach gently over her silk rose and finally down her legs, ignites an ecstatic sensation within her, a breathless gasp of delight that never fails to arise, time and time again. In this tender goodbye, there is the unspoken assurance that no distance can diminish the joy they have found in each other’s hearts.

Watching her caught in the afterglow of ecstasy, as she lies there, a portrait of contentment painted in the hues of bliss. The palpable tingling sensation, a delicate aftermath of her euphoria, courses through her like a gentle stream, a physical echo of the joy that has just flooded her senses. It's a moment of pure serenity, a testament to the profound impact of the ecstasy she has experienced. It's a warmth that lingers, a gentle vibration that echoes through her to you, a reminder of the profound happiness that has touched her soul.