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As the door to Knox's room in the master suite closed behind us, the space between us evaporated. Our movements were a symphony of desire and affection, hands roaming, lips meeting, fingers intertwining, and tongues in a delicate dance of exploration. It was a whirlwind of sensation, each touch sparking a new feeling in me.

Our laughter broke through the intensity of the moment, a shared delight amid passion. Knox's height difference turned comical, as he had to bend almost entirely at the waist to allow me to pull his shirt over his head.

Our kisses, deep and consuming, led us in a dance toward the edge of the bed. With a gentle nudge, I encouraged Knox to sit, then pushed him back until he was lying down, his eyes locked on mine. Kneeling in front of him, I allowed my fingers to embark on an exploratory journey across the landscape of his body.

Starting at his abdomen, I traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at the strength beneath his skin. My touch was light, a whisper again