Silence

In silence, Leon took Alessandra’s hand, and she squeezed his elbow. It was not like they had never had sex before, but they had never made love before.

That was what this was.

The anticipation ran through her like electricity, and she felt the tension in his body too. Excitement and maybe trepidation?

She kissed his upper arm, and he squeezed her hand tighter. They walked into the cabin, and he pressed her to the wall, cupped her face, and kissed her so deeply. Alessandra could not keep her hands off of his body. She knew his body so well, every each of him even though they had had sex before infrequently. His nipples were hard as she rolled one between her fingers, and he licked the corners of her mouth, sucking fiercely on her lower lip. 

Their closeness, their fierce expression of their desire was louder than anything around them. Their silence was more delicate than the silence of the wilderness.

They silently lowered themselves to the floor because neither of them could wait to get to the bed and because on the furry rug was the same as anything else. 

Alessandra looked up at Leon as he settled above her and the look on his face was not any different than how he always looked at her. But now she saw him and how much he cared for her. She caressed his face and he closed his eyes with an orgasmic bliss that made her eyes water and her body open even more.

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