Her breath stalls in her throat and then escapes in ragged, whispered whimpers.  ‘I longed for you… for waking up with you… and above all for just being with you.’

‘I miss the feeling of being married to you.’ My hands turn to butter and familiar hot longing envelops me in this cocoon, that I know now how much work it requires to maintain although it seems so effortless for her, I’m coming home, it grabs me and wraps itself around me.

 ‘Please…. make my bed ours again.’ She squirms under the gentle persuasion of my kisses. ‘I want back what we had.’

‘Me too…I’m all-in.’ I whisper, finding her eyes.

Her chuckle flows over into a throaty moan. ‘Mmm yes you are.’

‘Mmm yes I am, love it.’ I smile against the throbbing vein in her neck, setting the pace with my body as I take what’s mine, loving the closeness.  ‘Slow baby… slow. I want it to last this time. I want us to last this time..’

–

‘I can hear you think you know.’ I say drawing lazy circles on the bare skin of her shoulder. I can’t tell what time it is but the streetlight in front of the window casts a glow over us and the sounds of evening rush hour seep into her bedroom that smells like floral, citrus and sex.

Her lips curve up against my collarbone. ‘So what am I thinking?’

‘How right you were when you said it will be so fucking good?’ My abs contract under her fingertips. It was more than that… We didn’t do it only once, or twice… there was that fire that ignited and once it did there was no extinguisher strong enough to die it down.

‘That too.. but that doesn’t come without concern.’ She turns around with a frown that disturbs the afterglow on her face and leans on her elbow. ‘What are we doing?’

‘I thought that was clear.. or should I explain you more explicitly again?’ I tease and her breasts immediately respond to my touch. As soon as my hand is upon them her kiss changes into deeper, more sensual. But then her rational side calls for my attention.

‘Bette… I’m serious, this will…’

‘Bring us closer? Why is that a concern?’