When she’s tired she mumbles, sounds like something you’d drizzle over a baked dessert. When he’s drunk, he rambles and it’s similar to seeing someone about to slowly yank the table cloth ensuring all the china and cutlery falls to the floor but in a way that no one can stop, it doesn’t fall to the floor per say, but it swerves downward, like he slurs out both sides of his mouth.
When they are, how does one say, alert? They are divine. A most charming and polite couple that blesses each other and passes the Pepper or salt gracefully and willingly without agitation. He is the type to wake up, spread his broad arms open and pull her into his embrace, intimately at first, then lovingly kissing the top of her curl and he realizes once she stands and starts to get up to perform routine, he wants her, and he selfishly tugs down on his pajama pants and her negligee is suddenly full of her breast, as if her curves had been. Hiding under the a-line and now she is crawling over the bed to him and he says sweetly, “just taste me, please…” and she most certainly does. He grabs her, tosses her down on the bed, she is surprised and feels somewhat shy, he parts her knees open and pulls her ass up to him, places his head in between her legs and her tiny feet start to curl around his neck and her moans reverberate through the pillow.
But, they can’t wait. Still teenagers in lust. There is no tantric wait for it moment or just like that - it is. He slides into her and moves like he is swimming toward her, his arms pull back like a bow and she is all branches breaking beneath his stroke, in, deeper, deeper and he thrusts her - thrilling and painful at the same time. He tells her that he is trying not to cum and she lets him know that she is going go cum, oh honey, she repeats as if the words in air could make a sweetness greater than that moment when he releases one million of his kisses inside her, gushing up the walls of her and tingling, she says “no!” To the inevitable and they are no longer one.
She puts on a bathroom, pulls her messy hair down and scampers off with a newfound energy. He snores for a moment and wakes himself up; follows her into the kitchen to ask her what she was making (coffee); she asks him if he would like an omelette and some organic orange juice, he says, juice is fine and she makes him a meal fit for a king while they laugh at each other’s jokes and they think about gardening, or mowing the lawn and they laugh about how close the ocean is and they find themselves tired so soon and back in the room.
His hand caresses her thighs, her mouth envelopes him as he touches her and she feels like satin to the silk of his touch.
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