I have been working all day, well not really working as much as writing. He’s been in his office working. I hear his curses, frustration being exercised at his latest project. 

I strip down to my undies, and tap my phone to play music through the home speakers. Stretching my limbs from all this sitting. I can see the tide and admire it’s beauty. The sun never brighter. I dance, just a little, gliding my feet across the hardwood floors. Loving the ease of my little jiggle. My hair bounces, the curls falling along my breasts, I feel beautiful, alive, energized. 

I rush to the fridge, wanting something sweet. Finding my options limited. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

I smile, closing the fridge, and turn towards him. My heart skipping a little bit as it always seems to do when our meet. He walks towards me, opening his hand, I grasp it, feeling him pull us together. He twirls me out fast, I spin away as the song changes. 

I unhook my bra, he smiles. I slip off my panties, he bites his lips. I watch him follow suit and undress himself. I laugh, loudly, knowing this is no longer a dance, but a race to touch one another. 

I bolt to the stairs, climbing them as fast as I can as the music beat matches my foot work. He’s climbing the case with quicker ease. I dodge his grip and land on our bed, out of breath and hysterically laughing. He grabs my sides and tickles me till tears pour from my eyes. There he is sheltering me with his body, and covering me with kisses. 

I kiss him back, slowly, warmth pouring between us. He falls on his back and I land on him. Kissing, biting, sucking every inch of him. I ride the length of him, keeping our eyes locked. There is no time limit, no orgasm limit, no boundaries preventing the several screams of pleasure his eyes glimmer in their plans to give me. I run my clit taking my first orgasm, cumming beautifully over him. He throws me down, flipping me over, lifting my ass, grabbing my hair, and giving me the orgasms I deserve, the orgasms he fills me with.