Satisfying Her Architectural Cravings: A Tale of a Busty Blonde

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The afternoon sun cast long, golden beams across the lonely living room, where Savannah’s restless spirit mirrored the quiet hum of the empty house. A sigh escaped her lips as her fingers traced idle patterns on her skin, a futile attempt to soothe the aching solitude that clung to her. When a firm knock shattered the silence, it was a welcome intrusion, and she opened the door to find her architect, Eddie, standing with a roll of blueprints and an apologetic smile. He stepped into the warm, perfumed air, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. Without a word, his large, capable hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline as he leaned in, closing the small, electric space between them. Their first kiss was a slow, deep exploration, a silent conversation of pent-up yearning that made her knees feel weak. He guided her back against the wall, his body a solid, warm shelter as his lips traveled down her neck, each touch sparking a shiver of pure need. A soft moan escaped her as she arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the strength there as her world narrowed to his scent, his taste, his overwhelming presence. Every careful stroke of his hands felt like he was mapping her very soul, building a new reality where she was utterly cherished and completely known. In that suspended moment, surrounded by the ghost of his designs, she felt not like a house being entered, but a sacred space being finally, beautifully, understood.