We'd been living apart for some time now, in different states, and we only managed to see each other every month or so. We'd both been very busy at work and you could only manage a late evening midweek flight, and by the time I picked you up from the airport and got home it was very late and we were both tired. But we knew, inevitably, we'd end up having sex pretty soon after getting back to my place. So when we got back, and you had a quick shower, and I made us a cup of tea, and we sat on the couch for a bit and chatted, we both knew it wouldn't be long before we went to bed.
Without speaking we went in and slipped out of our clothes and turned off the light and crawled in under the sheets. It was starting to get warm at night now and we just had a thin sheet, with the window open and the curtain closed against the street lights. I slip my arm under your head and you slide in up against me, the feel of your skin is soft. We are lying on our sides, facing each other, my other arm reaching over so I can run my hand along the shape of your arse, pulling you in closer to me. You nuzzle against my chest, your head tucked in under my chin, while my hand curls further around, a teasing finger along the line between your two butt cheeks.
You lift your head and we kiss, slow at first, almost awkwardly, as it has been a while since we have been together, and then more hungrily. Your tongue slides into my parted lips and find my own, and when we both withdraw you suck on my bottom lip. Now and then we stop and you kiss my chest or neck, and I do the same to you, all the while my hand holds your body against mine. Your hand meanwhile has found my own butt cheeks, as we gently rock against each other.