Summer Hair = Forever Young

He was sweating on top of her. This game of hers wasn’t his idea, but he would do anything to please her.
“Right there,” she guided him with motions.
Clueless, he made an educated decision on what she meant. She was controlling his moves and he was letting her.

Their hair fell in their faces. He was worried he was putting all of his weight on top of her. She was fragile, he didn’t want to hurt her. He made all his moves carefully, smoothly moving along with her actions. He loved the way her body curved when she moved under him. His breathing became slightly tiresome, it was a balancing act.

“Ouch!” She yelped.
“I’m sorry baby! Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, “No, not at all. You’re okay, just move a little to the right. You’re really heavy!” She giggled with a strained noise.
Her laugh was music to his ears.
“Hey, I’m a man! And this was your idea!”
She bit her lip in laughter, “I know, I guess we’ll just blame me.”
“Sounds good! What’s my next move?”
She looked down, “Uhm, left hand yellow.”

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