He took his time watching her get undressed by the bed. He smiled in acknowledgement of her wise words prior to having left the house earlier that evening.
“Mark, this is going to be a complete waste of time. You should take me dancing instead. Office parties never amount to anything but sucking up to the boss. You don’t need that.”
“Just indulge me one last time.”
“Fine. But you will have to make it up to me after.”
“I’ll think of something. You look nice.”
“Yeah… well, I do what I can.”
“You don’t have to do much. I like you naked.”
Elizabeth loved to tease her husband. It was her favorite thing to attack him with. She gave him a wink and took his hand.
Mark smiled with his eyes closed remembering her that way earlier that evening. Now as she removed her skirt he walked towards her.
“Don’t move. I’m about to make it up to you.”
She uttered an incomplete whisper as he kissed her. He squeezed her against him as their tongues danced to the familiar tune of their unique music. She went weak at the knees as he held her up passionately. She became heavy in his arms as he followed his mouth down the side of her neck slowly removing her bra, carefully, tenderly releasing the delicate treasure imprisoned by the lace. His treasure. The shape of her body was designed with perfect imperfections. He knew every curve by heart, by touch. Twenty years together, eighteen married. He knew her body well. She opened her eyes wide turning to look at him.
“What about the kids?”
“The kids are sound asleep. I think the sitter wore them out. Now relax, don’t say another word. I want you so much right now and I don’t want you to miss out on anything. Relax.”
She did and as he cupped her breasts tenderly, she felt him behind her and let out a moan. It was decadent and her entire body reacted. He caressed every inch of her torso carefully teasing the edge of her forbidden zone passed her lower belly. She arched her back and kissed his chin until their lips met again. The tender explosion slowly encapsulating them as he laid her slowly down on the bed. He kissed her delicate flesh gently lifting his mouth away. He stood next to her, enjoying her. She took a deep breath as she watched him take his time removing the articles of clothing that were holding him captive.
They smiled at each other. It was a telling smile, a familiar dose of warmth. She took a breath as the soft light from the night stand revealed a rather warm glistening lining over the raw of his flesh. It was soothing and exhilarating at the same time.
He laid beside her and began caressing her every curve. She arched her back as she felt his hand between her thighs. The ache building up was the sweetest kind of torture. He removed the soft fabric covering the last few inches of her, sliding it slowly off her legs. He kissed her belly as she put her hands on his head. Her body reacting as he kissed the life scar from below the navel. He loved that scar. The life that resulted from it, his only little boy, the baby they hadn’t expected after their two princesses. He kissed her there several times until the tears poured out. She felt them and pulled him up towards her.
“You move me when you do that. Every time my love.”
“I can’t help it. I thank God, every day for saving you that day. Remembering how we had to rush you to the hospital. All that blood soaked on the sheets. I love you so very much and if anything had happened to you that day, I would have died and the children would not have either of us right now.”
“Mark… kiss me.”
He spread her legs and led himself inside her, his lips on hers. They gave in to the pleasure of the passionate dance inspiring them. The sound of their affection shifting the bed from its normal state, an uncontrolled quaking. Their bodies’ soft violent caress in perfect rhythm, perfect warmth… perfect… love.
© 2018 Mel Gutiér