The air was cooler when she stepped out of the bath. Her skin still warm and damp from the steamy waters, pricked at the new sensation of the breeze sweeping through the house. He must have opened the windows.
Walking into the living area, bare feet padding on the polished wooden floor, she made her way towards the open French doors that were currently letting in the ocean breeze from the patio. The view was incredible. Bright full moon reflected off the waters, waves high and crashing into the shimmering sands of the beach, all of this the back drop to the large velvet chair in front of the small fireplace where her lover sat waiting for her.
She smiled and ran fingers through her damp curls. His back to her, dark hair slightly disheveled from where her hands had held into it earlier from their lovemaking on the kitchen counter, and still shirtless. The glow of the fireplace made his shoulders a strange orange tinge. Odd with the beauty of nature outside and the amber glow inside making a mixture of wild and intimate which was exactly how she felt about this encounter.
She held the towel around her body. Full breasts pushing at the material making it barely cover her body. Long legs sticking out making the whole look awkward against the tiny towel. On a wicked whim she let it fall to the floor before coming up behind him in the chair. There was afterall no real reason to wear clothes when her hopes were to have them taken right back off.
He was holding a glass of wine in his right hand, and she slid herself into the chair perched on the arm of the left allowing his arm to pull her into him and onto his lap. It was a peaceful moment; a delicate time of silence, happiness, and the knowing that this was a rare moment that might not find a way to happen again in their lives.
"It's beautiful, the moon," she said as she placed her arm around his neck and nuzzled close to his face.
"I think the moon is beautiful too, every inch of her," was his reply making Moon blush and squirm on top of the towel that was wrapped around his waist.
His hand stroked her side; paying careful attention to the curve of her breast and then close detail to the shape of her thigh until she sighed into the side of his neck and kissed the lobe of his ear. He turned and smelled her freshly washed hair. "All clean from dessert I see," he smiled at her thinking of how only a few minutes earlier he had trailed whip cream down her body with strawberries until she had exploded from the attention. It was something he knew he would think about often.
She smiled at him. "It would seem that way." Her hand stroked his chest exploring him until her hand found the edge of the towel and she looped her fingers inside the edge. Smiling at him, she stood up and let her body press over him in the chair.
