I looked at her as she slept. Her breathing slower now that she had succumbed to the exhaustion of the past days. I watched her chest rise slowly and then fall back to its original position, the faint keening sound as the air moved through her nostrils and into her lungs. I was captivated by this woman, by everything she did and every noise she made. My mind was a whirl of thoughts and feelings that I couldn't quite form into coherency, but I knew that my world had changed and that it was good... It Was Good!
She shifted slightly, illuminated only by the faint glow of the street lights passing through the window, the duvet shifting down her body to reveal her breast, the nipple lifting softly at the exposure to the cold room. I wanted so much to stroke it, to lean forward and take it into my mouth but the truth was that I was exhausted as well. Three hours before we had fallen into our post-coital coma, and now I marvelled at the sight of her, examining every inch of her in some sort of tantric ritual. She wrinkled her nose at something as she shifted, taking in a deeper breath before the keening became a rasping snore. I didn't care, it was my snore, and these were moments only for me – intimacies that no one else would share.
I raised my hand and caught myself thinking of the added weight that I felt there. The foreign object resting on my second finger feeling at once alien and natural. It glinted as I rotated it, the faint light catching at the silver edges – it's twin resting quietly under the covers. Neither of us had removed them, so eager were we to show the world our togetherness, both of us longing for the time when with or without it the world would know our situation as the ring hid our flesh from the sun and created the long dreamed of tan line.
It had really happened. It wasn't some kind of dream, despite the fogginess caused by the champagne the previous evening. We were one. Our love making had been hurried at first, settling into a comfortable rhythm as we realised that there was no rush. We had enjoyed the feeling of simply being. Feeling each other and knowing that nothing would come between us. Feeling the familiar touch of someone who knew intimate details revealed to no other. Stroking the slight imperfections in each others skin and gently caressing those secret places. The places that caused a shiver when you touched them.
My mind flashed back to a few hours before, her fingers brushing across my chest as I felt her warmth all around me. I looked down into her eyes and saw the hunger in them as her hands reached up to my torso and then scratched gently down to my hips, pulling them forcefully towards her. I moaned loudly as I slipped deeper into her and then pushed yet deeper still, receiving the full width of her eyes as they widened in pleasure and surprise before I slowly retreated, teasing her with my length, removing myself nearly completely before plunging back into the depths. I could feel her wetness around me, clinging to my pubic hair and running down to my testes. I pushed back and held myself there, looking into her eyes, my arms crossed behind her neck – our faces only centimetres apart.
