She sits by the window looking down at the midnight street.
A glass of wine in hand, not having any attention paid to it by her, it idly sits in her hand as she is distracted by the moonlight and streetlight and night sounds of this city she doesn’t know at all.
The apartment is dark and quiet. Shrouded in a blue veil of hours she should be sleeping through.
But no sleep will come.
She wears a loose shirt and nothing else and feels no chill on her flesh. How could she after the sweet,warm painfully, beautiful intense night they just shared.
She traces her lips with her finger as a memory of kisses and tastes floods her sense.
A surge of warm honey-winged butterflies wreak havoc on her stomach and her heart beats so loudly, she is sure its incessant rhythm will wake him.
She takes a sip, places the glass delicately down on the window sill.
She begins humming a soft melody, a song that played last night as they moved in delicious ecstasy and longing and kisses drowned their doubts and breathed life into their gasping lungs and thirsty lips and sealed the fractures and wounds of their hearts.
She stands up and peers down at the street again. A soft rain begins to fall; stardust it seems to be in the isolated beams of the street lights.
Another sigh and she closes her eyes, never ceasing to think of the sensation of his hands on her body, his lips demanding a taste of every inch of her and she, succumbing to his every desire…
Strong arms circle her waist and her body is aflame with longing and…something else… once more.
Leaning back into this embrace , soft lips on her ear say,
“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” A kiss on her earlobe…shivers
A soft bite…floods of warmth between her legs.
“You,” she whispers, covering his hands with hers as they stroke their way down her stomach, over her belly, further down..
A taste of her neck, an urgent press of desire on the small of her back. She whispers a moan.
“And Us.” Pulse racing
“And…?” A hand returning to where it belongs, she breathes heavily, gasping in quiet, desirous breaths.
“There’s nothing else.”
He smiles. “I know.”