"They're going out for dinner with their female cohorts. I am making you a romantic dinner," said Sandy as Kirsten wrapped her arms around him appreciatively. They walked to the kitchen as Seth and Ryan mumbled goodbyes and left the house. Kirsten and Sandy were finally alone.
She walked in to find the salmon on the baking tin, a few lemons sitting near a cutting board. She walked over to it asking Sandy if she could help. She picked up a knife and a lemon. She felt Sandy's presence behind her. She smiled. His hands began on her shoulders and slid gracefully down to her hands. His hands guided hers as they cut the lemon in slices. She felt his nose graze her ear, his breath on her neck. He blew aside some of her hair, exposing more of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut as he left a trail of kisses on her skin. "Sandy," she breathed. He laced his fingers with hers and wrapped their arms around her body. She leaned against him, sighing gently at his warmth. He whispered, "I love you" as he kissed the nape of her neck. He pressed his chest against her back protectively as he guided her legs to the couch. They fell together, Kirsten on his lap. She laughed as she slid off to his left, letting go of his hands. His left arm never left her back as she laced his fingers with her right hand. She stroked his hand gently with her thumb. This was how they used to sit in Berkley. Close, with their touches unrelenting. This was how Kirsten Nichol and Sandford Cohen used to cuddle after a fight. This was how Kirsten and Sandy Cohen sat when they just needed time to be husband a wife.
She gazed into his eyes as she leaned her forehead against his. He gently cupped her cheek with his right hand, rubbing and stroking her porcelain skin lightly as he leant further toward her. Their lips met gently and parted as they looked into each other's eyes again.
She knew was he was asking her. He knew she did not know what she wanted. She knew she was confused about whether or not she wanted this. He knew, too. Nevertheless, in the end, all she wanted was him. At least just for tonight, until tomorrow night when they would have to confront all the demons from the past year. All the mistakes made.
She leaned in this time, brushing her lips against his, kissing him lightly. Their lips met in a light flurry of kisses, each lighter than a butterfly's wing but so full of passion, nonetheless. Their lips would part only for a moment before meeting again. She needed him tonight. At least for one night, nothing would exist except the love between them. She took his upper lip in his mouth and sucked gently, a soft moan escaping her. She let go of his hand, leaning into him further. He smiled as she ran her tongue over his lip, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth and greeted her tongue with his as he pushed her down onto the couch.
"Not here," she breathed, gently. She let out a light squeal of surprise as he lifted her easily and began toward their bedroom. Kirsten left small kisses on his cheek and neck, stopping occasionally to nibble on his earlobe. She wanted him. At least for one night.
Sandy felt a surge of passion run through him at the feeling of his wife's mouth against his skin, nipping gently. He quickened his pace as Kirsten sucked that spot she had found in their first year of marriage that made him go crazy. She giggled lightly as she ran her tongue over that spot, tantalizingly slowly. He had finally made it to the door. He put her down on the bed, looking lovingly at her as her hair surrounded her face as if emitting a holy light. He smiled as he turned around. She stood in front of him, smiling innocently as she reached up to cup his face. She kissed him tentatively, teasing him as her tongue flicked his in soft strokes. He knew what this meant. It always meant the same thing; let's go slow.
He kissed her back just as softly, his hands on her hips, guiding her to the foot of their bed. His hands rested at the base of her champagne colored tank top. He glided his hands up slowly, caressing her silken skin with his fingers. His fingers led a tormenting path as she moaned into his mouth. His fingers ran up her sides, leaving her skin in goose bumps. His thumb traced her flat stomach, her abdomen, stopping at the base of her bra. He smiled, tracing the outline of her bra against her breasts, still lifting her top. She lifted her arms above her as he pulled the shirt over her head. She giggled as almost immediately, her mouth was covered with his. With the back of his hand, Sandy stroked her stomach as Kirsten teased him, mimicking his earlier movements with his shirt. She was glad they had showered and gotten changed before coming home, as much as she enjoyed tasting the salt on Sandy's lips in the morning, she wasn't completely partial to the salt and sand that seemed to consume his being after a surf. She was, however, slightly bothered by the fact that they now had more clothing to remove.
Kirsten pressed up against him, his chest crushing hers, her hips against his. She moaned lightly, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers. She ran her slender fingers along his jaw line, over his Adam's apple. Her lips followed her hand's trail, leaving butterfly kisses. His eyes closed, relishing at the feeling of her lips against his skin. She bent her knees slightly, kissing his collarbone, running her fingers over his broadened chest. She held his hips as she kissed his abs. She missed his abs. She worked her way back up, fingering the familiar line of hair from his belly button downward. She played with the buckle on his belt as she kissed him deeply, her tongue meshing with his. She removed his belt and undid the zipper and button on his jeans. She smiled into his mouth as she ran her hands down his back and over his rear, pushing his jeans to the floor. She smiled when she felt that he was wearing the silk boxers she had given him the Valentine's Day two years ago. He had never bought her lingerie and she had thought it would be funny she had bought him his own pair of sexy underwear.
Sandy wrapped one arm around her upper body, the other covered her small waist. She felt one hand work on her bra as the other worked on her jeans. She giggled as he pressed her against him, his hand between the pair of them, fumbling madly with the button. She smiled as her bra was cast off and her jeans fell to the ground. They removed the last articles of clothing between them as Sandy pushed her onto the bed, his lips never leaving hers. They climbed under the comfort of their high thread count sheets as Sandy explored her body.
He kissed her neck and traveled down toward her breasts, giving each attention to Kirsten's pleasure. He stroked her thighs as he continued leaving kisses all over her body. She moaned deeply, arching her back, pressing her head into the pillow, hands clenched in the sheets as she quivered at his touches. She grazed his back with her fingernails as he kissed her body softly. She loved it when he teased her, only preparing her for the ordeal soon to come. He stroked the inside of her thighs, causing her body to move without volition. He came back up to kiss her shoulder and suck gently on her neck. He looked down at her, her hair sprawled about her, a rosy hue to her cheeks. He loved looking at her, into her eyes. She looked up at him, his hair scruffy, his eyes dancing with passion. She lifted her head slowly to meet his as their lips met hungrily. Her hands clutched his hips as she led him to her. He lowered himself gently as she placed her feet on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs as he looked deep into her ocean blue eyes. She kissed him gently and nodded.
They both groaned lightly, gasping at the familiar pressure. Kirsten's nails dug gently into his back as she bit her lip, arching her back and raising her hips to meet his. They both relished at the feeling once they were completely consumed in each other. No one had ever made her feel so complete. No one had ever made him feel so complete.
Sandy began to move slowly, Kirsten beneath him, meeting his thrusts with slight movements of her hips. Her hands caressed his lower back, guiding his body closer and closer to hers with every thrust. Sandy kissed her shoulder, her neck as she nipped at his gently. Her lips left his body briefly to let out a light moan as Sandy continued in slow deliberate strokes, running his hands over her thighs. Tears began to fill her eyes as she was reminded of their first time. It was the day they had said "I love you" for the first time.
"I love you, Sandy," whispered Kirsten, tugging at his earlobe.
Sandy looked at her and kissed her deeply, "I love you, Kirsten."
Sandy's pace increased slightly, forcing their mattress to squeak lightly under them. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as his breathing became shallow and rapid. Sandy pressed his lips against hers as they came, simultaneously. Kirsten released her mouth from his to let out a loud moan, arching her back and shuddering violently.
They relaxed, breathing heavily as he lay down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her head rested on his chest as she traced lazy circles on him. He kissed her sweaty forehead as she listened to the beating of his heart. She smiled as she pushed back his hair, dampened with sweat off his brow. He removed stray strands of her hair from her face, tinted with a rosy glow. She was always so beautiful after they made love. They fell asleep in each other's arms, unaware of the events to come. Forgetting the past and the pain. For one night.
Kirsten woke up with a start, Seth's voice booming through the hallway toward their room. "Mom! Mom! The limo's here! They're all waiting for you! What is taking so long? Mom!"