She felt her body’s slide, legs lifted and close together in wrap of his hands to fronts of thighs, bend of her knees, close of her low in together-press as she felt him then in split of her padded lips, smooth and full of his morning length; direction-change, body’s slide again over smooth of the sheets to driving of his give; bend of her legs, nearer to chest, as his body leant above; hold from forward wrap of thighs to under in cradle of her ass; drape of her legs, widening then, inner lines cradling his sides; sharper sweeps of her body, moved, to rhythm as they made; wanting closer, her reach for him, lower and nearer in above; hands’ change again, from low, to under of back and shoulder’s blades, one hand’s curl over shoulder’s top, that drew her down to his give in press that crumpled and warmed her center, second hand in support of her head, lips’ match in their whole selves’ rhythm.
Matching.
Matching.
Matching—warmth spreading from her core, knowing his too in beat of his heart pressed firm to her own chest, whole body matching, furtive speed in her kiss, fast flickering tongue, bodies stiffened in pause of a hold as she felt his all and then her own—responding to his way.
Smiles in mirth, yellow light of room, morning’s flood in window’s through; her brush of his face, stares eye to eye, gentle kissing in their hold; dream-begin of another day and the life they made in love.