‘You…’ Closing her fingers around the key in her hand, as if it’s the most precious gift she’s ever received she replies with a careful smile. Outside the boat docks and when the last passenger is safely back on the quay the lights turn off, it will stay like that till the morning, floating on the gentle waves, roped to the steady land. ‘It’s cold outside, do you want to stay  tonight?’ She asks and for the first time this week I feel like I’m right where I ought to be.

We lay down on the bed and her breathing slows mine down until we’re in tune again.

–

Feeling the soft skin of her stomach against my hand, I shut my eyes tighter. The rope must have untied itself during the night. There were times that I couldn’t wait to go to sleep just so I could wake up with her. These walls are a silent witness of the countless times she made me late for work. Many times in the past months I imagined us making love like we used to do. Her soft whimper chases the murmur of the streets far away as her pert nipple beckons against my palm. ‘You’re awake aren’t you?’ I whisper. Her hand that covers mine replies before she squeezes it. Many nights I lay awake picturing her touching me like only she can, with her eyes that caress me and reach even deeper than her fingers can. The rain softly starts to tap against the window and the sheets rustle when my body pushes her down into the pillows. ‘Do you still love waking up like this?’

‘With your lips on me, your tongue teasing and demanding, your fingers inside of me? It will feel so fucking good. Your ardent mood will drive me mad, it always did.’ Her hot breath flirts with my ear, while I take her hands and pin them down above her head one by one.

‘It will be slow, I will take my time,  just the way you like… just the way it turns me on the most.’ I say as the first rays of daylight start creeping in through the foggy windows. The woolen duvet with the satin sheets molds around us, making it impossible to tell where my body starts and hers ends with damp quivery thighs against driving hips. ‘You will squirm under me, you will moan …. and I can look at you as you arch your back and dig your nails into my skin.’