I can never resist Roni’s unspoken invitation, the subtle shift in her demeanor that signals it’s time to surrender. As she takes control, a shiver of anticipation dances down my spine. Her eyes, dark and knowing, hold mine captive as she leads me deeper into the web she’s already woven.

With a confident tilt of her head, Roni begins the slow unraveling. Her fingers trail deliberately across my skin, igniting heat and restraint in equal measure. Every touch is calculated, every pause intentional, and I ache exactly the way she wants me to.

I lean in instinctively, craving her warmth, her mouth, her permission. But Roni doesn’t rush. She never does. She lets the wanting build until it’s unbearable, until my body betrays me before my words ever could.

Her presence fills the room completely. I breathe her in, the familiar cadence of her control settling deep inside me. Every second stretches longer than the last, and I realize too late that this waiting is the point.

With Roni, it’s never about getting there. It’s about losing yourself on the way. And I always do. Willingly. Completely.

By the time she finally touches me the way I need, I’m already undone. Because she didn’t have to ask for my surrender. She took her time… and I gave it to her.

She knew I’d wait. I always do.

Aspen

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