157 Words: Spooning
by Blueswirl
7 April 99

The rain beat against the window, a rhythmic nighttime lullaby.

He crawled beneath the covers and scooted close so that his naked skin touched hers.  
A simple, shared joy.   A hidden, primal secret.

She sighed, tucking her head in the space between his shoulder and his chin, reveling in the
luxury of his presence.

Taking her soft murmur as his cue, he slipped one arm around her waist to rest at her hip,
and raised the other hand to cup her breast.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"A little," she said.

He placed a tender kiss on the back of her neck and then slid his hand further down, his
fingers gliding smoothly past the soft damp curls between her legs and plunging deep inside.

A spark of electric current shuddered up her spine and she rocked back against his cock,
warming them both. 

"Better?" he wondered.

"Oh yes," she moaned, as the tension slipped away. 


END

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