“…………You know something?” I say with a chuckle. “I thought you would crack way before I did. I thought this would drive you nuts…..you are so smooth about it… natural….”

There is a knock. Miriam wants to know if she should take Marco to school and let us rest. Carmen nods yes. So I tell her go ahead. Marco comes in a second later wanting his hug from Carm and high five from me. She tries to hide her crying by smiling a little then big as soon he stuck out his little arms for his hug.

“You be a good boy…gimmie a kiss….”

He gives Carmen a big kiss with a little jam from the pastry he was eating. Gives me a hug and a high five and he was gone closing the door behind him. I hear John’s car, the tires on the road and they are gone.

I take her hand and we walk over to the bed. I pull the sheets back and she takes off her bra, panties slide down her hips, her hands are all over me. Making me weak. I wipe away her tears. Kiss her soft. I trace her body with my finger tips. Soft the skin of her. Soft the valley between her breasts. Soft the feel of her nipples, hard the muscles of her stomach, like stone. I just explore her all over feeling her wet under me. We kiss. Lips, tongue, teeth. How many ways have we done this? How many times, how can it never get dull?

I feel her hands on my hips; I sit up so she can take my t-shirt off. I feel that warm feel of her mouth on my nipple, I moan her name. So wet the feel of her tongue, her teeth. Her hands hot and silky tracing exactly where I touched her on me. Our eyes meet and all I see is her need, so bare. I move her hair away from her face. I hold her face in my hands; trace her lips with my fingers.

We kiss and kiss till we are burning hot and out of breath. I don’t know why but I flashed back to a random time in our lives. For a minute I wasn’t here with her hot under me. I was back in that place with who she was. Just for a second, just that one break I thought about the old her. The one she hates. The look in her eyes so similar…the way the sun left trails on her skin, the white sheets. Like a déjà vu.