Nothing can compare to her. My love, my forever, a woman of singular grace and beauty that fulfills me like nothing could.
When we make love it is an intimacy that is deeper then anything I have ever known. And nothing could compare to the spontaneous moments.
On a bright spring morning she woke up before me. She was in the kitchen fixing a simple breakfast for herself when I got up.
I approached her from behind and moved to startle her.
"I know you're there," she said.
"Aw damn," I said. "What gave me away?"
"You snickered. You always do just before sneaking up on me."
"Well then," I said coming up behind her and placing my hands on her waist. "Guess I'll have to work on that."
She cooed slightly as the feeling of my touch. I swear I felt a shudder from her but she remained so cool and confident standing there. I began to run my fingers ever so gently around her hips. The fabric of her shirt thin and delicate it was like I was touching her skin, and not the cloth.
I love her hips. Soft warm skin, smooth and supple, with gentle elegant curves that drove me wild.
She finished cooking her eggs and dumped them on her plate. She moved away from me to go eat them in the living room, and while I thought I had been denied, that half look over her shoulder told me I had been getting to her.
We shared a quiet Saturday morning, laughing and joking as usual, discussing what we'd like to do for the day. She finished off her orange juice, and got up from the couch to go to the kitchen with her plate and glass. I followed behind her and as soon as her dishes were in the sink I had a hold of her hips again.
I saw the smile on her face in the reflection of the mirror above the sink. My hands continued to caress her hips and waist until they moved towards her belly. I delicately lifted the hem of her shirt up and finally let my hands touch her flawless skin. Her eyes closed and she soaked in the feeling of my hands caressing her skin.
I lifted her shirt higher and gripped her hips as I leaned in and kissed her neck. She helped by moving her beautiful red hair from her neck and when I kissed more deeply she took in a sharp thrilled gasp. I kissed from the right side of her neck, to the left, and quickly down her shoulder. She shivered and giggled at the goose bumps that rose across her arms.
I held her hips tightly as I kissed along her arm. She lifted it as I kissed down until I reached her elbow. She turned in front of me and placed her arms on my shoulders.
"You're a dirty tease," she whispered.
"Who, me?" I asked feigning shock. "Please, those tight little shorts and shirt that's at least a size too small?"
"Shut up," she said with a smile.
I moved in and we began to kiss. Our lips touched softly, exchanging our passion ever so delicately. I gripped her hips again and pulled her close, her breasts pressing against me. I could feel the firmness of her nipples as they brushed against my chest.
It wasn't long before the soft kisses became more impassioned and lustful. She broke the kiss only for a second to jump on top of the counter and wrap her legs around me. She pulled me closer, my already stiff cock pressing against her. Our kissing continued the tension and passion building quickly.
She became frustrated by her own shirt suddenly and pulled it over her head throwing it to the floor. I did the same and our warm bodies pressed against one another driving our passions even higher.