In gentleness, they woke with day. Soft notes of birds not yet in song carried in sky of cloud-cast and lighting gray.
Naked, under covers, they held and rested close. Her head to his chest, breasts to his side, his arm in wrap to arms and back that drew her near, against.
Waking, shift and move and stretch of her hip, legs’ drape across his lap—silent sound and touch of her smile sensed to him as she felt his morning pulse and press into her inner thigh.
Her eyes were closed as teeth shone through thin-lipped stretch of smile.
He pulsed again. Her smile widened, breath sighing to the sense as expand of lungs pressed her breasts more warm and firmly onto him.
Eyes still closed, trail-fall of her hand began in drift from rest to chest to lowing way. In gentleness, fingers traced in feel to muscles of chest, stomach’s tone, then lower still to where it was he pulsed.
Fingers’ find, touch to end—warm and supple-smooth—eyes still closed, smile wide, she took him into hold.
Move of her leg from way of drape, she kept him in her hold—gentle—gently, her smile more alive and eyes in close to sight, she brought him into whole of strain, his raise and pulse of life.
Kiss’ begin upon his chest, she felt his heartbeat strong—through his chest and to her lips, heartbeat into her grip.
Eyes’ open, her smile then into his fix on her and all the feeling she raised then.
Further move of body, she rolled to stomach then raised to knees, loose of her breasts in fall beneath, centerline of her body shone through cleft of their in between.
Holding, drawing, she encouraged him to match and meet her as she was, in pose of her prepare.
Turn of her body, face away, sight of her on knees in forward lean, high of her body further lowed from hands to elbowed rest; her low lifted, low-back’s arc, and the parted of her place.
His touch. Her feel. Her breath and sigh to touch along and to. Hands’ take to her hips, vase-curve of narrowed waist above; his draw of her back and bring of him to—warm and deep and smooth—hushed and heavy breath, matching, in sensing of the swoon.
Reset of his hips, she of hers, await and prepare again. Her right hand’s reach and forward brace to firm of headboard before.
Draw and drive, in match again—knock of headboard to wall; soft sound as she received; his hold in deep as she rocked—hips roll and cycle on; eyes closed again as she focused to feel, her face to side, smile’s wide and soft-let sighs.
His give again, her hand in grasp to mattress spread and sheet beneath.
Twist of her body, left breasts’ raise, he lowered close above, cradling in hold that raised and brought her body close. Her right hand still in headboard brace, whole of her body’s press and take onto—deep and slow and smooth—they made and loved in the gentleness of lighting gray.