He has me laughing a little at myself, a little at him. It’s sweet, sincere and all at once breathtaking. He kisses me, in a moment of my giggling, and fall into him, fall hard into his kiss. The way he moans my name I swear it’s never been spoken before he said it. And yet I have heard him say my name thousands of times before.

Naked, we lay in the privacy of our little yard, sun making us sweaty, making me glisten, making him lay under the sweetness of the shade. I envy the tree for covering him and wish it was I that was sitting proudly on him. But he kisss me, and everything is melting away. 

My thighs feel the moisture of earlier. A tad bit sweet of a reminder of how he filled me. His seed deeply poured within me. As he took me from behind, having my arms stretch back and holding my cheeks open. 

Now he makes me laugh, poking a little fun at me. And he keeps kissing me.