Dr. PepperPosted: July 2, 2015
It was 4am and the power had been off since 2.
As he lay there in bed, in the pitch, not sleeping, all he thought of was her and wished she were there.
It always started the same – he would stir, holding her more tightly. On their sides, her back to his chest, his right arm cradling her head, his left exploring the softness of her body. She would stir and move against him, encouraging him to continue. His hands would then move more deftly, more excitedly to the places they both longed for him to touch, caress. His lips would find her shoulder and neck and…
She had once compared their sex life to the old Dr. Pepper slogan – 10-2-4. This morning he would have been happy just to get the 4.