...one night indulgence.

 ...the window open. A breeze carrying the curtain back and forth. Revealing the city lights.

The night sweaty

sticky

hot.

He had been on his knees kissing her stomach hands on her buttocks tongue travelling downward toward the start of a cleanly shaven softness...

He had been seated, her back to him, seating herself

implanting herself...

She had been on her knees caressing admiring stroking a tightness a hardness he needed released...

She had been his shackles holding his hands above his head as he lay on the bed sprawled, she a sliding soft blanket all over nakedness....

They had moaned

kissed

laughed

groaned.

They had been silent in the deep throes of passion shared, absorbing each others essense

They had writhed arched hugged wanting to be closer....

...They had fallen asleep the sweet scent of satisfaction heavy

the bed

the chair

the room proof of a cyclonic lovemaking.

She stirred before him. He had left a gift on the counter abundant, generous beyond.

She left quietly.

He knew she would be gone before he woke. She was worth every second he had spent with her.....what a pity.

While she slept he had watched her.

Serene

He liked her.

As she left....pity.

She liked him.

the results of....a one night indulgence.

RB.