Tall, proud, and dominant. She deserved every inch of him.
Stepping into the apartment she caught his eye. He looked at her, his grin slow, knowing. He looked around. Everyone was working, grumbling, laughing, and he slipped away from them.
They snuck from the apartment to his truck and back to their home. And spent hours touching, loving.
They didn’t have to do more. It wasn’t about the sex, or the very naughty intentions she knew their
relationship had started with. It was about this.
He touched her face, her lips. He held her to him and rubbed her back, her shoulders. She sucked his release from him and felt her own pleasure detonate inside her from the excitement. It was about this.
They were a part of each other. Heart, body, and soul. And that knowledge saw her into the nap she needed and the gentle kiss he laid to her lips as he held her.
Love didn’t describe it, but it came the closest. They loved beyond love.
