“Wouldn’t you love to live as this?” he asked her in the after, touch and trace of finger-path to heated smooth of her resting delicate, “to write and share and live our dreams and let that be enough…” he spoke, his face close-held to hers.
Her arms remained in wrap-hold to his neck, and in rest and lie she drew his face and voice low and into hers; return of her kiss and tongue-spoken affirmation to the question as touch kept gentle to her still.
Roll of his wrist, upturn of his palm, touch-find in trace to line of her inner front; finger’s curl and pressure there in warmth of her love-filled space; strengthened grasping of her hold, draw his mouth to hers, tongue’s speak and stronger answer in affirm of shared life-dream; sense of his smiling in spread to her lips, teeth’s light pressure-bite to speaking tongue as touching changed—her sensing too; warm waves and roll; tension into ease—freeing; body-waver and sigh-escape—her first voice-answer from held and touched tongue-speak of body.