"We have thirty-seven minutes," says he...

Wednesday was furtive sex. Hot, silent, "Shhh, be quiet" sex. Which has an appeal all its own. There is something to be said for the noisy no one is here sex that can be heard all through the house. The sharp reports of blows, the cries of orgasm, the laughter and sometimes yes, a little begging (whether it be please do or please, please don't (which still pretty much means do)). All that is hot, and letting completely and utterly loose in a house where more than adults reside is fabulous. But there is truly a draw to me for the sneaky, quiet sex. The kind where when you come, a hand settles down over your mouth and lips press to your ear and say, "Shh. Shh, don't be so loud." And by you, I mean me.

So Wednesday was sneaky sex night. Happy Birthday to me! My actual birthday passed in such a whirl there was no time for any of that. And then last night was time-limit sneaky-sex night. "We have thirty-seven minutes," says he. His lips pressed to my earlobe so the whole effect of his breath rushes through me from my scalp to my toes.

I don't think I've ever taken steps that fast (I lie. I do it every time he prompts me upstairs.).

And then more "Shh..." sex. More "Be quiet" sex. More "That is not quiet you could wake the dead, you bad girl" sex. All that good stuff that makes me remember why when I look up and catch him looking at me in a certain way, I feel like we just met and I want to climb him like a monkey girl.

So we did all that with four minutes to spare. Lots of subdued, swallowed, covered cries and then sneaking back downstairs before we were caught missing from the living room. The heat had kicked on and run too long and the house was way too warm. I was way too warm, but recently laid girls with rosey cheeks can't be choosers. I thought, Wow. Twice in one week, I'm golden! Until he caught me by the waist, pressed his lips to the back of my neck and said, so low I could barely hear (as running feet could just be heard in the hall upstairs), "And I haven't even given you your birthday spanks yet."

Instant shiver. Heat be damned.

Tonight is out to dinner night. Kids are gone. But I won't anticipate. I like to be caught off guard. So, I'm lying just a tiny bit. Okay. Mostly.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. If I am not mistaken tonight is the night that Neve Black reads me at the Literary Cafe! Me! How fucking cool is that? Happy Birthday week to me! Yay! :)
p.p.s. pillow case is currently coveted! my goodness. especially today with the snow! :)