They were cuddling on the bed with barely their underwear on, eyes gazing at each other, fingers grazing each other’s skin as they slowly smiled.
Contented.
Sated.
Loved.
“Hi,” he softly whispered.
“Hi, yourself,” she whispered back.
He then leaned towards her and gave her the softest of kisses on her lips. She responded, slowly at first, kissing him fully, her lithe hands traveling to his nape.
Then the kiss turned fiery.
Passionate.
All consuming.
Red hot and burning.
He broke away panting. “Another?”
She opened her eyes, gasping. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
Together – they delved.
Ruth Medina-Ilasco 