Uncertainly, she walked, naked, into the bedroom.
Also naked, he lay there, eyes closed, cock, semi-flaccid on his thigh. She laid alongside him, fingers stroking his sac, and limp rod.
Turning to her, their lips met. A warm, gentle, affirmation. Fingers caged her perfect breast. Down to parted thighs, where, without probing, labia was caressed.
A fond kiss, loving, dream-like.
“Hard day?” he asked, clutching her close.
“Bitchy female staff.” Another kiss. “You?”
“Bullish bosses.”
She snuggled against him. Kisses and special words exchanged, but intimacies withheld until that relaxed evening that was always guaranteed to ignite their ever-lasting flame.
