"It was amazing... But not even that, because it always is.
This was... Different.
Almost like there was something in the air, and the parfum was filling our heads with thought of lust and love. You... You (I want to say for once, but I know that isn't true) felt the same way I did. We wanted the same thing, and we wanted it bad.
You were completely into it; Enjoying yourself while I enjoyed you and enjoying yourself while you enjoyed me. I don't think I've ever heard so many pleasure soaked moans coming out of you just from teasing with my warm wet mouth."
("You teased the hell out of me.")
"And even when we were slowly making love.. Which is what it was... (making love I mean) I wasn't the only one who had to try to be quiet. I saw your face. It may have been dark, but I saw it. You were biting back sighs with every gentle thrust.
("To be completely honest, if I did conceive last night, I'm glad it WAS last night. It was perfect.")
Whatever it was to cause this... Some company testing a new toxin at your house, pent-up sexual frustration, or just the wanton love of a couple that used to be in such dire need of affection... It was incredible.
I'd like to say never again will we do it as we once did, but that isn't true. In today's "lingo" (and man am I dating myself when I say that), quickies in the morning, getting pounded a bit before work, sharing a shower because there's no where else to be alone... They'll all still happen.
You'll still wake up in the early morning before the sun with your arm wrapped around me, your hand resting on my pelvis and your sweet breath warming my neck. And I'll still wake up to you pressing your engorged member into the small of my back, it pleading for a little TLC.
We'll still roll over sleepily, kiss each other awake and make love slow and steady until someone releases. And when that happens, we'll still kiss each other, whisper I love you, and nod back to sleep. To some, it may all be for naught, but to us, every second we can spend connected in such a way is heaven on earth.
(I suppose you can say that each second we're with each other in such a fashion is one more second taken off the years we both spent alone.)
And yes, we will still take a little time and explore each other's bodies before you head off to work. And yes, (I promise) I will still stand at the door when you come in after a long day with my apron on, breasts bouncing slightly with every step, the friction of the coarse cotton making my nipples erect and firm. I shall never disappoint you... Fresh iced tea in hand, I will ease the knot out of my apron, and stand there in all my naked glory waiting for your hungry lips to ravage the most secret of spots.
And, (forever) yes, we will slowly undress ourselves, caressing every new bared inch, licking, kissing, nibbling, until the floor is littered with our heavy garments, and the steam rising from the awaiting shower clouds the room. We will still step gingerly into the hot water, still wash the other, soap on skin, skin on skin, until we are clean and dirty and clean again.
But I must digress. When the chance comes, and our soon to be kids are asleep, we will fetch the fluffiest blanket in our linen closet, and we will undress each other (once again every inch being sucked, flicked, and rubbed) you will once again set yourself gingerly upon the couch, and I will tenderly place my body in yours, facing you, legs slipped to either side, and we...
[We shall once again feel the passion the was like electricity in that room. I swear it, though I remember it vaguely, the moment your shaft first probed into God's most heavenly valley, all the years I've spent pining, waiting, unloved, dissipated from our bodies through our already slick skin. While you were inside, every pulse, every throb, every time your pressed against my forbidden fruit, I felt newer, cleaner (though that may be ironic) more fresh. I felt no more hate to those who've shunned me, and I felt the purest bliss.