Not yet ......Part 2

Not yet....

He stayed still.

Not out of hesitation, but devotion. His gaze held her like a prayer, as if every inch of her revealed was a verse he didn’t want to rush through.

She felt it, the way he didn’t just see her body, he witnessed it. The way his desire didn’t devour, it bowed.

And in that sacred pause, something inside her softened in sovereignty.

She stood, slow as dusk. Took the wine from his hand, her fingers brushing his with intention.

She placed the glass aside. Then stepped toward him.

No words. No performance. Just breath and choice.

She straddled him with grace, hunger just witnessed.

Her thighs wrapped around him like a spell; their bodies close but not yet joined.

Her knees feeling his hardness through the clothes, waiting to be held, she kept pressing against it. His hands instinctively found her waist, but didn’t pull. He waited.

She leaned in, their foreheads touching, her breath grazing his lips.

“I don’t want to be taken,” she whispered.“I want to be met.”

His eyes flickered with reverence.“I wouldn't know how to take you,” he said.“You’re not a thing to take. You’re an unfolding.”

Their mouths met again, slower this time. Deeper like each kiss was a question, and each sigh, an answer.

Her bare chest pressed against his shirt. The friction of cloth on skin felt almost unbearable in its simplicity.

She guided his hands to her breasts.

He cupped them like the first light of dawn, awe-filled, careful, awake.

He kissed her dark nipples with reverence, then took one into his mouth, savouring it slowly.

His tongue circled the soft, cherry-like peaks, drawing a moan from her lips as his warm saliva glistened on her skin, leaving her wet and wanting.

Her breath hitched. Her back arched. But still, they didn’t rush.

Because they knew

The hunger wasn’t just for bodies. It was for presence. For remembering. For being met in the holy space between anticipation and surrender.

And in that space, they stayed.Mouths grazing. Hands trembling.Bodies humming on the edge of something vast.

Still holding back.Still holding everything.

Not yet.