Coming Home

 What a long day it had been as he stumbled thru the dark house. The hope of a warm welcome was not realistic at this hour.
Crossing each room was an obstacle course. He drops clothes to the floor and steps beneath the heated waterfall that was his only comfort this night. He steps from the shower dries and climbs into the bed beside the motionless companion.
As he stairs at the twirling blades above he feels so alone  in this house of many. Then beneath the covers he feels a caress.
A toasty flesh slides over to mold against him. Her hand massages his thigh then eases its way to his nakedness. No words spoken. No need as he can see the dark eyes that are bathing his body with desire.
He enjoys for the first time all day to not be in charge.
His body finds new energy and responds to the gentle caressing hands. Her lips curve in dwight that she has pleased him.
Her tongue traces a path from his neck to his chest as if tracing the roads on a map.
Those roads well traveled and familiar yet still an adventure in each journey.
Her thighs part and wrap around him. Her hands take his hands and press them back onto the pillow that holds his head.
She slides her hands down his sides as she lowers herself to his stomach. She can feel his breaths becomes quicker.
Again she smiles and is pleased with herself. He closes his eyes as he feels her warm mouth on him. His chest rises as he rides the wave.
She too rises with each wave drawing them closer and closer to the shore.
He runs his hands through her hair.  Wanting her to join him but not wanting her to stop her mouth on him.
Her desire is growing pulsing through her til she must slowly disengage from him. He is ready she is ready.  She slides upon him.  His hands on each side of her.
She leans back as a cat stretching in the moonlight. She pulls towards him and as their eyes meet the storm reaches the shore.
The earth can't stop the pounding waves. Heat pulses through the bodies til a slow boil can no longer be contained. The only sounds of the night now erupt as they know they are riding out the storm of their life.
The glistening flesh meet and they crawl to the shore. They won they survived the battle. Their breaths now together their heart beats compliment the living symphony.
He moves the wet hair from her resting face and kisses her gently as she sleeps. A sleep now deeper and more peaceful than before when she lay alone.