As spoons, I snuggle back into him, the throes of our passion diminishing with each rasping breath.
He puts his loving arms around me and his warmth wraps me up.
Pulling me towards him, his lower arm extends underneath my shoulder and, following its length, I reach out to place my hands in his open palm.
Outstretched in prayer position, I observe as his fingers enclose mine.
Feeling the energy build within.
He does not believe, but I can feel his chi.
Flooding from his palms into the backs of my hands.
Entering through my fingers, coursing up my arms and spreading throughout my torso.
Hot, strong, masculinity engulfing my upper body as surely as his semen overtook my most womanly parts only moments before.
Our connection is complete through the simplest of gestures.
I feel like June Whitfield’s character in Ab Fab… that’s nice, dear!
Tim (aka Dotterel) recently posted..A day in the life
You made me giggle!
Sometimes it’s the littlest things. Like when he starts to drift off and instinctively pulls you closer. A reflex of his love.
DDD recently posted..Expandable and Expendable
DDD, Exactly! I just love that feeling… and the way he kisses my shoulder or neck in the middle of the night :)
I cherish spooning in the wee small hours.
Mrwriteon recently posted..I offer my respects to the pending nuptials of Will and Grace — pardon- Kate
MrW, There is nothing quite so intimate :)