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She was coming home late after working all day; he was waiting for her. The lights in the house were dim, and the children were in bed.
He greeted her with a kiss and a glass of wine. He led her up to the bedroom and helped her undress.
While helping her undress, he touched her soft brown skin, watched as long black hair fell over her shoulders and back and watched her curvy body.
He walked her to the tub, and he sat next to her; he was reading that book he gave her for her birthday and that he promised to read to her.
But he could not concentrate, he watched as the bubbles covered her chest, and he wished to be them. Little drops were falling down her face, running through her, touching her eyes, lips and nose; he wished he was those drops, and he wished to be the one who was giving her those kisses.
She watched him; she was looking at him intently; she was concentrating on his lips, on how he pronounced every word; she was watching his breathing, his chest.
He had his sleeping clothes on, a burgundy T-shirt, a little tight that contrasted with his black pyjama pants.
His hair was still damp; he had taken a shower before she arrived.
Both observed each other when the other did not notice, and when their eyes crossed, a small smile of complicity appeared on their faces.
Between chapters, they had a little kiss. He let her enjoy the tub; let her relax.
She got up while he was still reading; the water was all running over her body. He immediately stopped reading, for a second, did not know what was going on.
She held out her hand for him to take it. Looking into his eyes without saying anything to each other, they headed for the shower.
They slowly started kissing with love, with romance; warm water was running through their bodies, he had his clothes on, and it was all soaked. So, he started undressing he wanted to feel her skin more closely; she helped him.
Then, they were naked, enjoying each other, their kisses, their caresses, their skin.
They don't need to talk or give instructions; they don't need to say anything; they know each other, they love each other, and they complement each other.
The water was still running through their bodies.
She was ready for him, then their bodies united into one, and the room was filled with sounds of love that came together to climax.
More kisses and caresses of love and a few small smiles.
So, it was time to go to bed...
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Ella regresaba tarde a casa luego de trabajar todo el día, él la esperaba. Las luces en la casa eran tenues y los niños estaban en la cama.
La recibió con un beso y una copa de vino. La llevó hasta la habitación, y la ayudó a desvestirse. Mientras la ayudaba a desvestirse, tocaba su suave piel morena, observaba como un largo cabello negro caía sobre sus hombros y espalda y observaba su curvilíneo cuerpo.
La dirigió hasta el baño, tenia la tina preparada y velas aromáticas quería que se relajara.
Mientras ella estaba en la tina, él estaba a su lado, estaba leyéndole ese libro que le dio para su cumpleaños, y que prometió leerle.
Pero él no podía concentrarse, miraba como las burbujas cubrían sus pecho y desea ser esas burbujas. Pequeñas gotas caían por su cara recorriéndola, tocando sus ojos, labios y nariz, deseaba ser esas gotas, deseaba ser él, el que estuviera dándole esos besos.
Ella lo observaba, lo miraba con atención estaba concentrada en sus labios, en como pronunciaba cada palabra, observaba su respiración, su pecho.
Él tenía su ropa para dormir puesta, una camiseta color vino tino la cual le quedaba un poco ajustada y que hacia contraste con su pantalón de pijama negro.
Su cabello estaba aún algo húmedo, se había dado una ducho antes de que ella llegara.
Ambos se observaba cuando el otro no se daba cuenta y cuando sus ojos se cruzaban una pequeña sonrisa de complicidad aparecía en sus caras.
Entre capitulo y capitulo se daban un pequeño beso. Él, la dejó disfrutar de la tina, dejó que se relajara.
Ella se levantó mientras aún él leía, toda el agua corría por su cuerpo. Él dejó de leer de inmediato, por un segundo no sabía que pasaba.
Ella extendió su mano para que él la tomara. Mirándolo a los ojos sin decirse nada, se dirigieron a la ducha.
Comenzaron a besarse, de espacio, con amor, con romance, el agua tibia corría por sus cuerpos, él tenia su ropa puesta estaba toda empapada. Entonces, comenzó a desvestirse quería sentir su piel más de cerca, ella lo ayudaba.
Entonces, estaban desnudos, disfrutando sus besos, sus caricias, su piel.
No necesitan hablarse, ni darse instrucciones, no necesitan decirse nada, se conocen, se aman, se complementan.
El agua seguía recorriendo sus cuerpos.
Ella estaba lista para él, entonces sus cuerpos se unieron en uno solo, y la habitación se llenó de sonidos de amor que llegaron juntos al clímax.
Más besos y caricias de amor, y unas pequeñas sonrisas.
Entonces, era momento de ir a cama...