Mike looked up. His eyes were dark, searching her face for permission. When he found it, his hands came up to rest on her waist, his grip warm and firm through the fabric of her dress. He buried his face against her stomach, breathing her in.
The Quiet Intimacy of Valerie and Mike
Valerie closed the door, and the click of the latch seemed to cut the world off completely. She walked over to him, her footsteps soft on the rug. She didn't say anything; she simply stood between his knees, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. valerie and mike intimate
Mike tilted his chin up. The look he gave her was heavy-lidded and intent. He pressed a kiss to her palm, then her wrist, his lips lingering on the pulse point where her heart beat frantic and fast. Mike looked up
The quiet exchange of a coffee cup or a brief touch of the hand before starting the day. He buried his face against her stomach, breathing her in