The scent of roses filled the air of the bedroom, gently lit by the flower lights. The velvety rose and tulip petals on the floor were scattered like gentle memories as everything felt quiet and tender.
Their lips met again in a slow, deep kiss. Ruediger pulled Lariette closer, guiding the kiss with the tip of his tongue. His fingers moved gently, slipping under the hem of her sweater.
Ruediger caught Lariette's soft gasp when he deliberately traced circles on the supple skin of her waist. Unable to resist himself, he whispered, his voice low and sensual, "Quite sensitive, are you?"
Breathless, Lariette pulled away slightly, just enough to look at Ruediger. At the sight of his teasing smirk, she leaned closer and sucked the spot on his neck. She chuckled once she heard his slight whimpering.
"Aren't you the same?"
