A Morning Dance
Alex stood by the bedroom window. She actually liked the the way the city looked at the early hours of the morning; the almost empty sidewalks, just early morning delivery people moving along the streets, and the soft shadows cast by the ever present city lights. This was what Alex did when sleep eluded her, she watched.
She was lost in her reverie and did not hear Bobby get out out bed and walk toward her. Her first awareness was when his warm strong arms circled her waist and drew her body back to rest against his. Alex smiled enjoying his warmth. Funny, she thought, his skin is always so warm.
He rested his head on her shoulder. His breath in her ear sent shivers through her.
Alex's hand came up to stroke Bobby's cheek. She sighed and relaxed her body against him. He nibbled at her neck, his soft lips and the delicious soft scraping of his unshaven cheek caused a familiar stirring in her. Alex loved the gentle way he teased her.
Alex reached her arm back to run her fingers through Bobby's hair as he continued to explore her neck and ear with his tongue. God he felt so good. Bobby's untied the sash on Alex's robe allowing access for his hands to roam over her body. He gently cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumb over her nipples causing them to harden. Alex let her head rest back on his shoulder and a small moan escaped her open lips.
His left hand slid down her body and traced gently over her soft curls. Alex tried to move her position to invite him in, an invitation he could not resist. Alex caught her breath in a whispered gasp as his finger slid up inside her. He was being slow, tortuously slow with her.
Alex rocked her body against his hand. She could feel Bobby hard and ready pressing up against her. Alex reached down and took Bobby's left hand and brought it up to her lips. She kissed his fingers.Then, taking each one in her mouth, she sucked the taste of herself from him.
Bobby's breath was sharp and edgy, and his want had become an urgent need. He slid Alex's robe all the way off and quickly did the same with his own robe. Placing his hands on her hips, he positioned himself and slid fully inside her feeling the wet, tight, fiery welcome her body always gave him. Slowly at first, he began rocking back and forth, thrust and withdraw. Alex was using her hands to brace against the windowsill as she met each thrust.
Biting down on Alex's shoulder, enough welcome pain soothed by gentle kisses, Bobby went into full gear. Harder and faster he held tightly to her hips and Alex's soft moans became loud and pleading cries. Pulling her body tight against his own, Bobby climaxed bringing Alex with him at the same time.
They stood, still joined and catching their breath for a moment before Bobby moved away and picked up the robes. Helping Alex on with her robe and then donning his own, they moved away from the window and knew it was time to start the morning ritual of getting ready for the work day.
As Alex went to the kitchen to start coffee she was whistling that old Anne Murray song, "Can I Have This Dance" (for the rest of my life)...Bobby whispered "yes."
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