He'll come up behind me at the sink, my hands in soapy water, or working at the counter, or when I'm brushing my teeth. He nuzzles my neck, kisses me, breathes, "I love you," into my ear, and I melt. I feel it, my body turning liquid, and I'm his, helpless.

He'll touch my breasts, my bottom, press his hard heat against me, and my body responds, readying for him. He lifts my skirt or tugs my pants down, and I bend over eagerly as he enters me, slowly, deeply, taking me, two now one as our love flares anew.