Chapter 7 - Soft Focus

The kiss lingered, a gentle hum of desire that vibrated through every cell in Pedro's body. He'd never felt this way about anyone before - like he was home, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Esme's eyes fluttered closed, her face tilted up to his, and he could see the softness in her gaze, the trust, the love. Without a word, he took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen, through the quiet house, to the bedroom. The air was thick with tension, but it wasn't the kind that made him nervous; it was the kind that made him feel alive. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over everything. Pedro stopped by the bed, turning to face Esme. He could see the question in her eyes, the anticipation, and he smiled. "Take off your sweater," he said, his voice low, husky. Esme's hands went to the hem of the oversized sweater, pulling it over her head, revealing the lacy white bra underneath. Pedro's eyes lingered on her skin, the gentle curve of her breasts, the soft swell of her hips. "Beautiful," he whispered, his fingers brushing against her jaw. Esme's eyes fluttered closed, her face tilting up to his, and he could feel her trembling, just a little. He smiled, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra, sending shivers down her spine. "Take off the rest," he said, his voice gentle, but firm. Esme's hands moved, slowly, deliberately, unhooking her bra, letting it slide down her arms, revealing her breasts in all their soft, creamy glory. Pedro's eyes feasted on her, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the gentle slope of her stomach. Esme's hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them, letting them slide down her legs, revealing the lacy black underwear underneath. Pedro's breath caught, his eyes lingering on her skin, the gentle curve of her ass. "Come here," he said, his voice low, husky. Esme moved, slowly, deliberately, coming into his arms, into his kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the soft focus of their desire. Pedro's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves, the contours, the soft, gentle places that made her shiver. Esme's hands moved, too, tracing the lines of his face, the muscles of his chest, the beat of his heart. They moved, slowly, gently, getting lost in the rhythm of their desire, the soft focus of their love. Pedro's hands guided her, gentle but firm, as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language all their own. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the soft, golden light of their love, their desire, their passion. And as they moved, together, as one, Pedro knew that he would never let her go.