132. Yours.

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When I get out of the shower, corpse is standing by the window wearing just his boxers. I walk over quietly and wrap my arms around him. He jumps a little 'well hello.' He says. I pat his bare chest and kiss his back.

He turns around in my arms and looks down at me. When he sees what I'm wearing he starts to blush. The smooth silk fabric feels light and soft on my body. Corpse picks me up by my waist and sets me down on the small table next to the window. He moves both his hands up and down my waist 'soft.' He says. 'Yeah.' He steps closer and plants a kiss onto my collarbone. 'You smell nice too.' He says. 'I used a new bottle of body wash. Do you like it?' I ask. 'Mhm.' He hums as he kisses the base of my neck. He rests his head on my shoulder as his hands stay at my waist. 'Tired?' I ask. 'I need to shower too.' He says. He backs away. 'I'll be done in a bit. Don't go anywhere.' He says. I giggle at his words, where would I go?

I sit on the table and wait for him to be done as I stare at the city lights. 'Beautiful.' I whisper as I look them over. The dark night sky and the hundreds of lights.

Drifting off in thought, I get snapped back to reality as a gentle hand moves my face and I get kissed. I'm surprised at first, but relax soon after. I move my hands up his chest, one stopping on his shoulder as the other goes into his still wet hair. I chuckle into the kiss, making corpse back up. 'What?' He asks with a confused look. I watch as a drop of water falls from his hair 'did you even dry off?' I ask. 'No time.' He says.

He kisses me again, this time moving my legs so he can stand between them. His skin is warm and he smells nice.

My husband.

I move to wrap both arms around his neck as I wiggle closer to him. When my chest is pressed against his I get hoisted up, the kiss not breaking one second.

'Please let you be mine for the night.' He breathed out as he laid me down.

'I'll let me be yours forever.'









Its the closeness, that bond, the sharing,
the not knowing where you begin nor where the other ends, because you've blended into one another so deeply and seamlessly, that leads to pleasure, so intense that giving is all that you wish to do.

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