The tail end of the storm wages on, rain pounding the ground, blasting the windows, my appearance unkempt, yet clean. His pajama pants keeping him warm, my eyes seeing right through them. 

The outline of his cock, teasing me, looking back at me as he walks around. I find it breathtaking and sexy. I stand from my seated window viewing and walk over to him in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist, and holding onto him. We rock, sway a bit, moving a little, dancing a teeny dance. 

He holds me, my face against his chest, we say nothing. Not a word, only dance and sway. He flows we out, and I twirl rolling back into him. I laugh, a little laugh, he smiles down at me, a soft little smile, and twirls me again. 

I fall back against his chest, he lifts my shirt hem above my ass, feeling my plush skin in his palms, I sigh into his kiss, needing him a little closer, a tad more than normal. 

He lifts me enough to seat me on the counter, and I fold into him. He’s standing in between my legs, my thighs parted enough for his stance. We are kissing, roughly, sweetly. 

I look in his eyes, he holds my face in his palms. There will be sex, there always is, but this look now is more, it’s the words and desperation of words we are sharing in just our eyes. When blue meets green, and love meets lust, and a greater intimacy is needed. 

I close my eyes gripping my hands along his shoulders pulling him to me. I open, he accepts, he fills me and I become mixed with him beautifully.