Exhaustive Release
Everything ached as I walked from the elevator to the apartment door. It had been a long weekend on my feet in high heeled boots. Each step I could feel my burning feet protest the torture, followed by my legs and back that screamed in agony. Only a few more steps and I would be free of the boots, able to relax in the arms of my sweetheart. I had felt horrible leaving him all weekend while I worked but he seemed understanding.
I stared at my apartment door, willing my arms to reach for the locks but the weight of my briefcase and general exhaustion fought against me and I lost. Instead, I kicked the door lightly with my foot. Inside, I could hear my darling stir. I knew in moments that I would be looking in to his beautiful eyes as he smiled back at me, happy I was home. The knowledge made my body flush.
The door clicked and swung open. The delicious scent of garlic shrimp wafted from the kitchen, waking my senses, and there in front of me smiling brightly was my love. I had missed him. Longed for him as I worked steadily through the weekend, knowing he was near but unreachable. Standing in the doorway, I could see he felt the same way.
His strong, open arms guided me in to the open room. I allowed my briefcase to drop gently to the floor. My head swam with exhaustion. My long, wool jacket slipped effortlessly off of my shoulders in to the awaiting hands of my sweet. Through much effort I unzipped my boots and released my aching toes from their torturous confinement.
I stood up in what felt like extended slow motion, coming face to face with the deep, sensual stare of the man of my dreams. My heart fluttered as his eyes slowly perused me. I felt tired and unkempt but the way his gaze slid loving over me, I could tell he definitely did not feel the same way.
Without a word or much hesitation, I was swept up in to my lover’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist and carried in to the bedroom. Our hearts beat furiously against each other’s chest with ravenous anticipation.
I was placed smoothly on the bed, while lips caressed my face, jaw and neck.
“I’ve been waiting for this all weekend!” he breathed as he pawed skilfully at my shirt, unbuttoning and untying as he went.
Breathing heavy I pulled myself forward gripping his face and accepting his mouth to mine. I drank in the taste of his lips, tracing them with the tip of my tongue. My exhaustion seemed to have instantly evaporated under his touch, my body readily giving in to his allure.
Our clothes tumbled through the air like graceful dancers twirling across an ebony stage, bodies rocking to the beat of unheard music.
Lips trailed over my chin, across my collarbone and down to the soft mounds piqued with fervent desire.
I ran my hands through my lover’s hair, urging him to take his time there. Obediently, his tongue flicked teasingly over the dark pink surface. Surges of pleasure vibrated through my skin. A moan escaped my lips.
This dance continued. Lips finding skin: teasing, caressing, loving.
We pulled ourselves in to each other, hands tracing each curve of our bodies.
Rolling about our cotton filled playground our combined desire grew to level we could no longer ignore.
Straddled atop his hips, I gazed upon the image of my desire. Our skin glistened in the dull light with the sweat of our love. His eyes begged me silently to delay our passion no longer.
I obeyed!
Rocking together, the waves of elation crashed over us repeatedly.
Hands gripped tightly, mouths sigh loudly as, over and over again, we were throttled with the euphoric rush of pure bliss.
The pleasure was practically blinding when our bodies finally give in to the ecstatic joy of our combined release.
Collapsing atop one another our breath slowed, hearts returned to a natural beat.
Exhaustion slowly took over once again and I curled in to the loving arms of the man I adore.
Safe, happy and loved.
