I am laying against him in the bubbly bath water, my front to his front, my arms hugging his waist and head under his chin, relaxed and content and post-orgasmically free-floaty. Encircled by his limbs, I burrow my face into his chest with a pleasured hum.
Breath and silence are the only sounds.
Into the whisper quiet, barely audible above the surrounding stillness, I speak.
My alto voice is a purring kitten, low and content and rumbly-smooth. My words are a winged bird – the kind that cannot help but flutter and fly free – against the steady rise and fall of his chest under my cheek.
“I have waited for you…”
His heart stills beneath my breast then starts again, a double-fast quick-time thud I can feel vibrating through my body, zinging its tempo along my skin everywhere it touches his.
“…for a long time.”