He leaned down so his face leveled with hers. �I know,� he whispered in her ear. �But then why does it feel so right?� She could feel his hot breath on her body; she closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy as he slowly kissed down her neck, her collarbone. His full lips pressed against her salty skin, taking the time to taste every inch of her sweat. She wrapped her legs around his golden body as she carefully balanced on the hallway table, pulling him closer to her. She lifted his soaked tank up, just enough to carefully run her fingernails down both sides of his torso. She looked over his shoulder and into the mirror at the two of them. She watched his back arch in pleasure at the sensation coursing through his own body.
He licked his lips, tasting her scent on his mouth, before softly sucking on tender skin covering the hollow base of her neck. She couldn�t take it anymore. She moaned loudly as he quickly covered her mouth to silence the echo of her voice through the house. His eyes burned into hers, looking for a sense of questioning, a wave of acknowledgement that they weren�t alone.
Those eyes. That�s what always got to her. Just one look, one quick glance, and no longer could she help but get lost in those soft, brown shadows. The flashes of aggression and passion and anger that bounded to the surface as she delved even deeper were enough to make her want to let him cradle her in his arms as long as time stopped for them. Damn those eyes. This was never in the agreement. And they had become so lost over the course of time that neither of them even knew when they started to entwine the thumping of their hearts. No, it wasn�t suppose to ever happen this way.