So the day had come and it turned to evening and now she lay there, tired oh so tired. It had been so much and so had he, he’d taken much and given even more.
Her head was heavy and the air too seemed filled with them. It hadn’t stopped and now she lay there, ass up, head down, except it was different.
The air was filled with their scents, and so were the sheets. Her face caressed them and her hands briefly grabbed hold again, the way they had so often in these past hours of them.
A deep sigh escaped her lips and as she inhaled she felt herself fill again.
Her lungs soaked him up, her taste buds tingled with the memory and her skin crawled once again with promise of more. The air was thick with movement and she sensed him close.
Again, close enough to feel his breath graze marks of his making, his fingers trace and retrace steps, the hint of a touch enough to rekindle the fires, her body so entirely still, and always, his.
©words: cat / be-pleasing-always
photography: Christopher Ayres [please leave image credit intact]