Seeing Vivi's willingness to let him linger, her arms cradling him with a tenderness that belied her earlier hesitation, Cassius felt a surge of boldness.
With a gentlemotion, he climbed onto the bed, easing himself down until he was half-lying on her, his body resting against hers as she reclined against the bedrest. His head nestled into her chest, her small, soft breasts pressing against his face, flattening like delicate pancakes under his warmth.
The intimacy of the position was striking, they looked like a loving couple, the man seeking solace in the woman's embrace, soothed by her presence.
Vivi, far from resisting, let him settle, her hands instinctively finding his hair, her fingers threading through its surprisingly soft strands, softer even than her own. She marveled at the texture, her mind drifting as she stroked him, barely registering the audacity of their closeness, lost in the quiet comfort of the moment.
