It won't be perfect, he acknowledges, as he melts into her.

But it will be damn good.

Though her face is turned away, he can tell that her climax is so near that she can taste it on her wine-stained tongue. He decides to join her there.

Even more than the orgasm, he loves the feeling right before the orgasm, a feeling that anything is possible.

(Previously published online at Clean Sheets October, 2007)

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