From somewhere in the yawning darkness of the street at his back, a faint chime declared the spell of midnight as cast. Yet even in this late hour there was no hint of a whispering breeze come to cool and caress his flushed skin. The temperature had soared throughout the day and lingered on still, leaving the air around him heavy and thick. Its humid fingers clinging mercilessly to his body.
On reaching the top of the stairs however, the awareness of it faded as all thought left him to wait impatiently beyond the doorway. Turning his head to one side he listened, in vain, for movement inside. Then curling his fingers over the door handle he pushed down in expectation of the familiar click. She had to be home, he reasoned, as the door swung freely towards him. The house was wide open and light immersed almost every window in its glow.
Stepping inside, his body so casual in its movements that every gesture appeared seductive, he let the screen fall quietly shut. Again he paused to listen but there was nothing. Not even droplets of water loosening themselves from a tap ruffled the stillness. Gazing around the lounge room he lightened his feet then peered into the kitchen. Once more lit, but empty.
With his footsteps now falling across the bare floor towards the bedroom door, his shoulder soon came to rest upon its frame as he allowed himself a smile.
She'd not meant for the door to be left unlocked, or for all the lights to burn away through the night. She'd only come to lay upon the bed, letting her mind drift off in some novel, trying to escape the heat in a thin white slip. Now though, her wakefulness had deserted her to sink into the weightless down, the novel had fallen away and its pages folded themselves closed.
Sweeping over her motionless body, as she lay there on her stomach, so vulnerable in her sleep. His eyes came to rest on the gentle, lace covered, swell between her slightly parted thighs. Feet shifting of their own accord, he made his way towards her, drawing his shirt over his head.
Easing his weight slowly onto the covers, he knelt upon the bed. Deftly moving over her to bring one knee up between her legs and place a hand above her shoulder. Then with mischief alight in his dark, soulful eyes he pressed his body to hers, brushing his sensuous lips against her neck.
Instantly she stirred beneath him, waking senses flooding her with a rigid fear. "Shush baby." Murmuring to her ear he felt her whole body yield in the space of a breath. For her, there was no mistaking the velvety roll of his soothing words. "I've missed you." As it floated to him, dreamlike, his mouth travelled back along her neck. Tenderly pulling against the soft skin while he let his hand leisurely glide down over the curve of her buttocks, holding to the warmth below.
Then with searching fingers pushing aside the lace and impelling her to press back against him he sensed the undying desire, which kept her as his alone, take hold. He took pleasure in it, in the way she writhed under him. In her longing to turn and kiss the sweetness of him. In her ineffective endeavours to lift against him before, weakening from his touch, she collapsed back to the covers breathing soft cries of pleasure.
