Gripping his bicep.
The rounded edges of yellow gold bookending the braided tri-colored 14 karat design encircling my ring finger shine in sharp relief against the tanned skin of my left hand, which, in turn, looks pale in contrast to the sun-freckled mosaic splashed across his arm.
It is an innocuous detail, one of many thrown into sharp relief by the newness of familiarity rediscovered in the comfort of un-home surroundings.
How long has it been? Weeks?
Months.
We smile at each other in acknowledgment of that truth. Him, through the hooded-lid expression of pleasure-etched concentration paining his face. Me, with the slow-stretch pull of long-unused thigh muscles elongating my legs to extend the length of his torso in reverse-split body-to-body fit.
Penetration.
It is an adjustment, one we make together in a state of semi-distracted arousal. Between the “more lube” and “let me just…” instructive modifications and “Will you…?” and “Can we…?” solicitous suggestions, our non-conversation is punctuated by sharp-focus tactile observations. The not-heavy weight of his movements above me are momentarily overshadowed by the unexpected tickle of summer cotton fuzz in my belly button. The kiss of his lips teasing at my toes when my upstretched legs butterfly open, feet on his shoulders, brings a new distraction.
And while the fingers of my right hand strum my clit in re-learned rhythm, causing the slow-massage ripples of pleasure we’ve both been waiting for, the fingers of my left hand flex once more —
in the surprised-desire delight of homecoming, abroad
in the suppressed-laugh recognition of lost pleasure, found
— gold band shining bright against skin suntanned,
gripping his bicep.
I love that sensation of “homecoming” after a longer absence. The delicious pleasures of re-remembering, and re-discovering the always familiar but not recently encountered refit. Beautifully observed as always Feve. Thank you.
Indie xx
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We are a bit like complementary puzzle pieces; it may be a length of time since we last snapped into place, but when our shaped edges come together, we always always fit. 🙂
I feel your contentment after reading this beautifully crafted post – your writing always makes me sigh in appreciation. Hoping all is well after his tests a while back 😉
The worst of the post-test stress is past. No cancerous cells were found, so now we’re just waiting for an all-clear from his med treatment team to continue on course for his other health issues. But yes, definitely a sigh — of relief, of pleasure, of contentment.
Ah so pleased for you both
A lovely write, Feve !!!
Thank you. 🙂
What a beautiful way to describe it. You’re so talented. I love the re-learning process. So comfortable and familiar and yet exciting and fresh all at the same time!
Coming {back} together is an intricate part of relationship cycles, I think. Those moments of reconnection – physical, emotional, and/or otherwise – are intimate and lovely and quirkily imperfect. 🙂
The experience is somehow both personal and universal. I’m glad to know you could relate. 🙂