SHE

PILLOW- THOUGHTS

Slowly he tightened his grip around HER.

SHE was beautiful.

HER pale skin was glowing in the bright moonlight, hugging HER perfect curves, just in the right way. HER skin was smooth and incredible soft. HER flat stomach was lowering and raising as SHE was slowly coming down from the high of her orgasim, SHE just experienced.

Through him.

He was the reason of HER hitched breath, HER fast heartbeat and HER sounds of pleasure, which already faded into the silence of their afterglow.

His woman was so different in the house, than in public.

SHE was so soft, patient, caring and loving at home and impulsive, strong, direct straight forward in gym.

They made no big deal out of their marriage in public. They didn't need each other to glow in front of others. They were known for their individual success with their basketball teams.

The only difference was the gender, in their work.

Somebody could take it for sexism, but while SHE was training young woman, he took the young man under his wings.

And they were happy and fulfilled with it.

Their young protégées were definitely the one of their reasons, why they decided NOT not to have children on their own.

They were everything for them - as if they decided to trade one, or two children, for two whole college basketball teams full with young adults-.

And that's literally what happened. They knew everything about their team members and often they seated awake in their living room or on their dinner table, just because the personal problems of a team member, didn't let them find peace until they found a solution how to help them.

SHE was more of a mother as he was a father to them, if he was honest. SHE just had it in HER!

And every now and then this realization made him feel ashamed.

Because it was him, who denied her - even thought they decided together, not to have kids- the possibility of experiencing everything with her own body.

He denied her the possibility to be a mother.

SHE would have been a great mother he was sure - a perfect one even-.

More than once he already questioned his luck, to have somebody by his side like HER.

" You are beautiful" he suddenly whispered with a husky voice, admiring HER slightly seductive bedroom eyes, admiring him gently, HER slightly swollen, full lips and HER flushed cheeks, messing slowly with HER hair, as he dragged HER into another sensual, intense, long kiss which left them both breathless.

" Ugh?" SHE replied a bit helpless, as she fell back into his arms again breathless, trying to fill HER lungs with the necessary oxygen, he took from HER.

" You are beautiful..." he whispered again and just entwined his fingers with HERS, while drinking in HER body and FACE, trying to memorize every inch of her.

Even, as if she wouldn't lay down next to him every single night since good 6 years already.

" You've already got me into your bed, naked... multiple times! don't you think flattering me is way overdue?" was her sassy reply, but her bright shining, eyes told him, she needed that compliment right now.

Because only he knew how fragile and self critical SHE was about HER body and it's appearance. No matter how much self confidence she put on her appearance in front of a crowd of millions... She would always remain a bit shy, when undressing for him.