She makes her way to the garage to stow her tools, he's behind her in tow with a wheelbarrow full of bags of grass. As she shelves her tools and removes her small, pink-flowered gloves he approaches her from behind, his arms surrounding her waist while his mouth touches her neck and he softly whispers "Wow, you are the sexiest dirt-covered woman I have ever seen." She smiles widely and clutches his arms with hers, closing her eyes and just feeling his weight and breath against her. She chuckles and turns to face him, she notices his tousled hair and sun-burnt skin. There is no angle or light or position that he is not sexy. She realigns her arms around him and puts her mouth to his, kissing his lips gently, then feeling a rush of passion she kisses him more deeply, her tongue sliding against his. He responds with equal eagerness and as their excitement grows they find themselves pressing together heavily, hands moving wildly about themselves and their lack of grace to hold their balance has left them leaning awkwardly against the shelving.
She manages to convince him, in between kisses, that they should finish the last few clean-up tasks and continue their activities when back in the comfort of the living room couch. He reluctantly agrees and kisses her two more times before he heads for the wheelbarrow. A few minutes later as she turned to walk back towards the house she saw him standing a few yards away as a perfect compliment to the orange evening sun. He was simply loading the bags into the garbage cans but he was also busy being the love of her life. There was nothing in the world that made her happier than him. There was nothing she had ever done to deserve the man that stood in front of her. At that moment, for about the millionth time, she quietly thanked God for giving her a love like this. A love that was true and kind and with an ease that set your heart on fire. A love that was constant and fierce. That is what made her hunger for him insatiable and her lust for life with him infinitely enduring. He was all her heart needed to be full.
She closes her eyes and feels the constant stream of warm water dash across her face. As she reaches for the body wash she hears him enter the room and turn on the faucet. He begins to wash his hands and inform her of the latest gossip he'd just gotten from a neighbor. They laugh together and after drying his hands he peeks around the silky, sea green curtain. "Hmmm...are you naked in there?" in his sexy, devilish voice. Again she chuckles, noting his electric grin and urged him to behave if only for a little while longer. He departs teasingly and heads to the kitchen to start dinner.
The house smells of garlic and charcoal as she emerges from the bedroom into the kitchen. Her hair is still wet, she's casually dressed and smells of citrus, the scent she knows he loves most. She sees him attending to the grill and begins to prepare the salad. They talk while enjoying a wonderful meal, she compliments him on his grilling skills and he of her glowing skin and mulching talents. They clean the dishes together and both look forward to relaxing for the rest of the evening. They flop on the couch together, she lands purposefully onto his firm chest and he fidgets with the remote to find a movie. They easily settle on a title and fall into the comfort of the evening.
As the movie begins, he catches the subtle orange and pineapple aroma of her skin. He feels her warmth against his body. His heart begins to pound harder as he becomes aware that his hand is lying gently on the round of her hip. He feels her suppleness and his breathing becomes deeper. He starts to rub her tenderly and now she can feel his chest rising faster. She turns to look at him, inches her mouth up to his and their lips touch as they had earlier that day.
She gracefully moves on top of him and they begin to move as one. He is stirred by her scent and the softness of her skin. Her lips, her hair, every part of her is utterly touchable. He slowly undresses her, kissing every inch as she presses her body to him. He finally sheds his clothing and they begin to mesh, slowly and rhythmically but with a ferocious feeling of passion. They lay together resting, the movie is well into its complicated plot but they pay no attention. She feels his damp sweat as he holds her and stokes her hair. She rests her hand on his belly as she breathes less heavily, basking in his affection. He thinks to himself that she is an incredible lover and for a moment feels a sort of pride and conceit that he was able to woo and conquer such a woman to be his forever.
She suddenly pops to her feet and turns to kiss him quickly before saying "ice cream!" and she grabs the quilt and darts for the kitchen. He smiles and feels sated in every way possible. She returns to the couch with a pint and two spoons, he again fiddles with the remote and they settle into each other once again.
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