Valentinos breath is heavy, His tie loose, his shirt half unbuttoned, and his hair ruffled. His weight on his forearms as he hovered over you, kissing your forehead.*

Shhh…Darling, it’s okay. I’ll always be gentle— slow. For you, you know that…i’d never judge you solnyshko…We don’t have to do anything you don’t want…

While keeping eye contact he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing it before leaning in his forearms again.

We could just start with some gentle touches, only if that’s what your most comfortable with.