Seduced by His Tongue: A Gay Love Story

Felipinho Souza

Felipinho Souza,Magrelo Xxl

The rain fell in soft whispers against the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor dream. He stood so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, a silent promise in the quiet room. His gaze held mine, a deep, searching look that made my breath catch in my throat. Then, his fingers gently traced the line of my jaw, a feather-light touch that sent shivers cascading down my spine. When he leaned in, his lips met mine not with force, but with a tender, questioning pressure that I answered with my whole heart. The world narrowed to the soft sigh he made, the taste of rain and something uniquely him. His hand settled on the small of my back, a steady anchor as I melted against him, every nerve ending alight with a trembling awareness. I felt cherished, seen in a way I never had before, as if he were reading the secrets of my soul. In that endless moment, there was only the rhythm of our shared breath and the profound rightness of his embrace. I was utterly, completely lost in the beautiful storm of him.