Happy Anniversary

Tonight, it was time for more TwitterPorn. This was broken up into ~140 character posts.

He was sprawled there on the bed, naked as a jaybird. He was breathtaking; from the unruly mop of brown hair down to his, well, other unruly mop of brown hair. He was gorgeous all the way down those long, muscled legs to the perfectly proportioned feet splayed on the mattress. He was glorious, and the way his eyes tracked my progress across the room, he thought I was glorious, too. Still. After all this time.

He parted his luscious lips to speak, but I held up a single finger, silencing his words. His lips closed and curled up in a delicious grin.

"Not a single word," I rasped, my voice gritty with passion. "Save your voice for groaning my name."

I strode toward him, my intent clear. He heeded my words, waiting until I had sunk onto him and braced my hands on his wide, strong chest to find his voice.

"Oh, damn. Try not to kill me, darlin'," he moaned.

"Never, baby," I cooed. "I'm not done with you yet. Not by half."

Still, after all these years, the feel of him inside me is magical. The way he reaches all the way to my soul with every stroke.

The way he twitches, just a little, if I lean back just so.

The way his eyes never quite close when we make love; like he can't stand to have me out of his sight for even a moment.

He makes me feel special. He makes me feel loved.

And right now, at this very moment, he makes me feel like my entire being, my entire life, has been lived for this very moment. I have existed only to be here....now....with him. Every time is like that. I watch, transfixed, as lust and hunger fill his face. I feel him tensing beneath me, his legs growing restless.

His hands at my hips mark me again, branding me as his. He hastens my movements over him, but it is not enough. I drop my head back, letting my hair tickle his thighs. The raw growl tearing from his throat was the only warning I had. In a heartbeat, he had me flipped beneath him, pinned under his body. He roughly pinned my arms above my head with one hand and traced gently down my face with his other.

"I love you," he said; his voice thick with emotion.

"Oh God, I love you, Rich," I groaned; my back arching under him, bending to take him deeper.

He released my arms, and I reached up to wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
His chest burned where it touched me; his sweat cooled the burn as it slicked over me. I pulled him down, pulling his whole weight atop me. His hips still moved; still drilled me into the mattress. The wonderful rush of warmth was only a few moments away.

His and mine.

He rolled us again, letting me set the pace. I slowed the dance, wanting to make it last. He cheated, as he is wont to do, reaching for my breasts; rolling the tight pink buds between his clever fingers. One pinch, a slight twist, and the dance is done. I scream my release, shuddering around him before drooping bonelessly to his chest.

Snarling at his missed timing, he rolls us again, and we run out of mattress. He just barely manages to get under me as we land, and when he rolls this time, I feel the plush carpet under my back. I reach behind me to grab the base of the nightstand. He reaches behind him for my ankles.

His pace quickens; the rhythmic slapping of our bodies and our mixed panting breaths are the only sounds in the room. A low rumble starts low in his chest. He let it slip out a little at a time, until the roar of his release is deafening. I clamp down on him, seeing stars swimming before my eyes. He's hazy now; a wonderfully sexy hazy vision.

With a grunt, he pulls away from me and drops to the rug beside me. He cradles me to his chest, stroking my hair away from my forehead. He whispers soft nonsense into my ear, calming me with his voice. We lay there for a long time, until we are chilled by the evening air.

"Darlin'," he whispers, "we should get back into bed." He winces a little as he crawls to his feet and gently helps me up, steadying me.

We slip back in between the covers, and I settle into the warm comfort of his embrace.

"Goodnight, my love," I say to him, nestling against him and smiling contentedly.

"Happy Anniversary, baby," he answers, and follows me into sleep.