Tent of her nipples through summer shirt, raised and drawn in cool of April morn’s yellow-blue; bare of her legs in length and light, hip drawn and edged in yellow of sun, front shadowed in before; hold of their hands, fingers’ interlock, prints’ press into hand back of the other; smiles of lips and eyes, searching and circling in hold and close in playfulness of morning romance dance; his lean for kiss, her pull away, turning head to side, laughing as she denied then changed as she felt his lips upon her neck; lips and tongue’s touch to line and fine of sinewed guide, high, then low, outward across collar’s blade that warmed her body and raised soft-sound in enjoyment-pleasure to the sense; his hands to tent, gentle of tease that swelled her even more; unbutton of front, bare of free, kiss’ drift from collar’s place; again her sound, again her warmth, pulsing as his firm tongue flicks; lower find of his touch, her soft-sounding again, tongue and touch in pulsed match that warm-flashed her body in its stand.
Her hand to his head. Her hand to his own, holding, then drawing both away; needing to see his eyes, her own to speak to his right then; their say and their know and nod, as she lain and curled, body’s wait in cradle, for him on bright-clean of the hardwood floor.
Her hands to him, guide and find, release and rise and wrapping to his neck; first smooth pulse and their match of breath; both’s stronger holding then; again, and again, warm-flashes to and through; her smile of lips and close of eyes, tight wrapped hold of arms and legs, whole fronts of their bodies pressed; sense of his lips and tongue again across her collar’s line; warming, nearing, in bliss of the yellow-blue.