Alexa had always been self-conscious, especially about her body. The expectations and pressures of society made it difficult to appreciate herself for who she truly was.
But tonight, in the soft glow of their intimate space, something felt different.
It wasn’t just the meal they shared or the light conversation, it was Mark’s gaze, steady and appreciative, as though they saw every part of her in the most beautiful light.
“I’m going to put this away before disaster strikes,” she said, moving the tray to the dining table. The peacefulness from dinner gave her a newfound confidence.
For the first time in a long time, Alexa felt at ease in her own skin. The curve of her belly, once a point of insecurity, felt like an emblem of her beauty.
She relished the feeling of her own nudity, the vulnerability it brought, while Mark remained clothed.
She heard the rustle of fabric and looked up to find Mark, unbuttoned vest, untucked shirt, jeans snug against their body, and their hand wrapped around their length. The sight sent a jolt of desire through her, leaving her breathless.
“Come over here,” Mark said, their voice rough with anticipation, igniting something deep within her.
Alexa had never felt more alive, more connected to someone. She felt privileged, watching them, hearing their need, sharing in that moment.
Mark’s next words were soft, but clear. They wanted her to guide them, to explore this pleasure together, safely, consciously, with trust.
With their gentle encouragement, Alexa prepared them, her touch filled with awe and curiosity. As her hand moved, her doubts melted away.
All that remained was the deep connection between them, the pleasure they shared was about more than just the physical.
