Some days, what she needed most was a feel—a something more than bland malaise of passive living through a day.
Last January sky rose to stay of gray from day before, cool but not cold, damp without rain or snow’s fall, it was a dreariness that made the cool seem colder than it was.
She felt the dispirit, want and desire for a something more—full shine of sun or live of storm, not the dreariness of clouded, low sky cover of neither.
At window view by coffee’s rest, vine’s fall and countered creep to window’s framing of sun that did not show, she felt a cold and closing in from depression of the sky.
He saw.
He read.
He knew.
He knew the cold—absence and obscure when one desires warmth or storm’s sky-freeing.
Understanding. Caring—and, too, in love-desire—he went to her at window stand.
Beneath the cover of cotton sweatshirt, large and loose and worn as morning gown, he held to her points of hips, drew her body back to his; the feel of their touch, way of their press—more than a morning empty.
The keep of her close, hold of their press, she felt him change upon; both in gentle of a heat—pressing onto other—that wasn’t there before.
Finger’s hook and draw of her panties low to mid of her thighs, white fabric in stretch holding legs close in stand as she felt the rise-return and center sweep of his hand from lowing.
Gentle to her, petting from front; trace-pressure low, warmed in path, slickened; stronger pressure in the rise back to touched beginning; keep of his fingers to her sense, warmth and slick a gift of change as she stood and felt in building sense.
Search of her hand to him behind, her holding, freeing find.
Change of his touch, her body forward in lean and forearm balance over counter face; his touch and trace and deepened find from under and behind; finger to her front, new deep feel, one she loved as she felt effect; her hand still holding as her body moved, stronger pulsing on his touch.
Release of her hold, her hand to his hip, guiding him perfectly behind.
Empty of breath to his first deep and spirit’s feel; her body further lowed as he held within her, full; reset of press, driven again; her body’s raise to toes, weight over counter before; her body’s answer—match to every gifting—as they loved and made in feel of her need.
