Last night, the kids, 3 home, one away, were quietly nestled in their rooms. In sleep or not, unknown - but doors closed and secreted away.

I, done with last round tinkering on software scored during daylight and just toweled dry from most refreshing midnight shower.

She, already under fan, lain prone in king size sheets. I slipped still moist, and whole unclad beneath the flannel sheet and snuggled up behind. Her nightly habit on first recline, begins on stomach, legs turned away from mine and drawn at knee. As such, I fit key-like, curling legs in against her own... drawing my left arm over shoulder, through her silken mane of straight long hair to clutch hold breast in firm and perfect fit. And so begins most each nocturnal sojourn, till first toss comes and rollaway into my own sweet dream.

Tonight, she shifts, and in her left hand glide discovers what I've left in dresser drawer. She rolls to me and silk smooth hands traverse my yearn. I knead her breasts and twiddle fleshy mounds as she draws focus to mid waist. Kisses, warm and wet, beginning on my chest, descending, slowly, gently, descending. Murmers well up, escape, near silent in the night fan breeze, dual murmers wrapped in joy.
Her back to me, body drawn across my stomach, perched round focal point. I, stretched prone on back, reach right hand to find her panty line and slip beneath it's stretch. My fingers thrill to ply her slippery anticipation.

And then, we shift, with slightest touch and wordless, we slip in place for final delight. My linger, hard anticipate. I draw up close and press near in, then linger and subside. Again. We wait through want again. And then, last pause, press on, and in. Such dual bliss, without surpass in mortal realm.

Then just before our dual collapse, love's most blessed reward.