Day's End

My Darling,

I'll do what I can to make it better for you tonight. I wish I could be there to hug you and hold you while you tell me all about it. I'd sit behind you on the sofa (shhh... not the bed, yet. This is just "together time," not a time for lovemaking), my legs spread so you could sit in between them. You'd settle there with your back to me, and I'd gently massage your shoulders, neck and scalp while you talked about your day. Can you feel my small but strong hands working the kinks out of your neck, helping your shoulders to relax after a day's work? Feel my fingernails lightly scratching your scalp as my fingers dig in gently. Smell my scent gently surround you - strawberry shampoo, my perfume and my own unique scent underscoring it all. Feel my breath against the back of your strong neck as I respond to what you're telling me with "uh-huh," questions or comments. Just relax in my arms, love. You don't have to be in control right now. The kids are in their rooms with the doors shut, getting ready to go to sleep. For this moment, it's just you and me. The evening is still and dark, the silence broken only by the sounds of our hushed voices.

After a long while, you realize that the strain of the day and the massage have taken their toll on you, and you're ready to go to bed. You get up off the sofa, turn towards me and offer me your hand. I take it and follow you to the bedroom. I stand in front of you as you begin to unbutton your shirt. "Let me," I say, as I push your hands away and take over undressing you. My knuckles graze your chest as I work the buttons of your shirt through their holes. I push it off your shoulders and down your arms, tossing it towards the laundry pile. My hands go to work on your belt buckle. You stop me, knowing that if my hands get anywhere near your fly, sleep won't be happening for at least two more hours. I step back and watch as you remove your pants, kicking them off, before jerking off your socks. Under the soft white cotton of your briefs, I can make out the outline of your shaft and balls, and under my scrutiny, I see your cock start to grow some.

Respecting your need for sleep, I bring my eyes back up to your face, enjoying the gorgeous expanse of chest on my way up. "Go on and get in bed, Darlin'," I tell you. As you settle down, I take advantage of your distraction and quickly remove my clothes. I crawl into bed beside you. You settle on your side, facing me. I cup your cheek in my hand and gently kiss your lips. Despite your exhaustion, your tongue glides along the seam of my lips, requesting entrance. My lips part on a sigh, and I feel your tongue caress mine. Lost in the kiss, I press my body against yours, feeling your strong chest against my breasts and the evidence of your growing desire against my mound.

I moan low in my throat and raise my leg over your hip, bringing my moist heat closer to your throbbing shaft. The kiss deepens, and I can feel your hand kneading my firm bottom. You shift to your back and, unwilling to lose this sensual contact, I shift with you until I end up on top of you, my legs on either side of you and my drenched pussy pressed against your shaft. You can feel the heat and the moisture, and my hard clit throbs against your cock. I shift my hips until I feel your head nudging my slit. My juices make it incredibly easy to impale myself on you, taking every inch of you deep inside me.

A slow quiet night requires slow quiet lovemaking. I lay down on top of you, my breasts pressed against your chest. My hips begin a sensuously slow up-and-down on your cock, almost coming all the way off before taking you deep inside me again. Your hands cup my cheeks, and I can feel your restraint as you fight from increasing the pace. My arms are around your neck; we're as close as two people can be. Our lips meet again, our tongues dancing in a slow erotic tango that matches the rhythm of our hips. The room is silent, save for our sighs which punctuate the silken whisper of flesh against flesh.

After several long moments, you can feel the tell-tale tremors that precede my orgasms. You tear your lips from mine and tell me, "I want to see your face when you come." Without a word, I push against your chest so that I'm sitting up on you, your cock in me as deep as it can possibly be. I ride you faster, grinding my clit more insistently against your groin with each downward stroke. I throw my head back as the delicious sensations ripple through me. I stand on the precipice of surrender, and with a hoarse yell I free-fall into ecstasy. My orgasm triggers yours, and I kiss you, swallowing your exultant yell as you explode deep inside of me.

We lay together for a while, each breathing deeply as we come back to Earth. Our hearts beat together, pounding against our chests. I place a lazy kiss against the side of your neck. You kiss my forehead. I raise myself up and gently kiss your lips before rolling off of you. I let you know that I want to hold you, so you roll over to your side with your back to me. I press my front against your back, drape my arm over you, and we fall fast asleep.