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There's nothing better than a cigarette after sex with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Sitting on the window balcony looking back and seeing him sleeping in pure bliss, the sheets barely over his waist, his perfect golden tan scarred skin glinting in the moonlight.
I take a cigarette out of my pack and hold it, looking out at the stars in the chilling rain. You know, we’ve had sex many times but this one tops all others, thinking back to the night we just had.- We barely made it in the door before he had me pressed against it, kissing me with so much desire, that alone had my knees shaking. He kissed me everywhere, finding that spot behind my jaw that makes me make an embarrassing sound in the back of my throat. He slots his thigh between my legs and the pressure alone could bring me to the edge.
He kisses down my neck and I angle my head so he has more room and he gives an appreciative groan, my hands are on him everywhere from his back to his hair. I pull his hair and he lets out a deep moan that sends the heat right down to my stomach. He pulls me from the door and guides me to the bed stumbling on the way, neither of us wants to stop kissing each other. He fumbles with the buttons on my shirt and rips it off with frustration, the buttons are heard flying everywhere.
He pushes me and the back of my knees hit the bed, I pull him down with me. He pushes my thighs so I move up the bed and he crawls up kissing the entire length of my body, my muscles rippling under his touch. He takes off his sweater and throws it somewhere completely forgotten for the night. My hands immediately wind themselves around his shoulders, the muscles so defined and you wouldn't even know unless you've seen him shirtless. I scrape my nails against his spine and he shudders sucking in a breath, completely merciless under my touch. I wrap my legs around his waist, his growing erection completely noticeable against my own.
Rustling sheets bring me out of daydreaming. I look back and see him already looking at me, he gets up and I turn back to my unlit cigarette. Taking a breath I light it and go back to looking at the stars. I hear him digging in his bag for clothes, he finds his red plaid pajama pants, and that's all he's wearing the band of his boxers visible. He walks over and plants a soft kiss on my shoulder before he sits down next to me. I wordlessly hand him a cigarette and he grabs my face turning it to him, he leans in and lights his cigarette with the tip of mine. Taking my cigarette out I suck in a breath feeling the blush spread across my cheeks. I look at him and he's wearing a smug smile, and I know he knows that even after all this time he can still make my body react this way.