a lover in transit

A leisurely lie in.
A languid stretch. A naked body.
The softness of a blanket.
An exposed breast. Nipple erect.
Peaking of toes.
Hair untidy. Sexy.
Eyes shut....relaxed.

Curtains pulled. The room still dark, fighting the morning rays.
The night before....
Never a need so deep to not stop.
A need to implant a desire so intense, with every stroke with every moan.
A need to kiss so gently the lips parted in a gasp.
A need to caress a skin so yielding to his closeness.
To pull the hair away from her face.
To look into her eyes.
To know that moment was theirs.

No words possible....too intense.


Slow not slow enough for fear of missing the pleasure of every contraction
release
hankering
move
plea...
Too deep in him.

She was still asleep.

He began to stir.
He turned away. Straightened his tie. Looked at his watch.
He couldn't be late for his flight.

And as the hotel door shut, she turned over and allowed him his exit and ordered breakfast in bed.

RB.