They stood before open of morning window, she wrapped within his arms, one arm above other, forearms tight and across her body’s front, rest of her breasts upon, around her narrowing as he drew her close to him.
She closed her eyes in feel of the sun, warmth and light upon her face. With low hands, she raised her fall of morning skirt, uncovering her low. Next, she drew to his part of robe into bare feel of him behind; bend of his knees and rock of her hips, high-raising for align as, in rock, she painted end and top of him in intimate’s morning tenderness; his tighten of hold, sigh of her breath, as she felt her body raised—entered, lifted, light to toes, then fall settle back to feet and deep of keep; eyes still closed, sense of the heat.
Again lifted. Again, raised. Again, exhale of breath then soften of his wrapping, close drawing arms, as she lent forward over counter, front of her gown and breasts both loose in drape as he took hold to her hips, thumbs’ firm pressed into dimples of back, as she sensed and swooned.
Higher raised, greater taking, body’s act and giving back; eyes still closed, body still sensing, pulse and throb of one-love feel in strong of morning hold.