When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Longing for the moment to stretch on, Stella reached up, attempting to unbutton Matthew’s shirt.

But after a few clumsy tries, she fumbled and sighed, her frustration plain.

“Why can’t I get this right… What do I do?”

“Hey, don’t stress,” Matthew murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Taking Stella’s hand, he guided her, showing her how to work the buttons and unbuckle his belt.

In a flash of passion, Matthew tore at Stella’s clothes, his lips finding their way to her soft curves, kissing her full breast with tender intent.

The room seemed to swirl with heat, the air charged with something palpable and sweet.

They tumbled from the sofa to the bedroom, and from there, to the bathroom, wrapped up in each other like nothing else existed.

After they had rinsed away the remnants of the night in the bathroom, Matthew scooped Stella up and carried her back to bed, where the irresistible pull of desire took hold yet again.

the clock struck three, Stella was spent,

Sleep claimed her swiftly.

a moment, her

off with a contented sigh, though faint scratches trailed

he studied Stella,

about the evening’s events, yet his mind

how, or why,

shadow crossed Matthew’s

bed, he

it, intending to grab a fresh tie

something caught his eye-a document

on

after he and

soft, steady drizzle fell outside, enveloping the world

her body, her head throbbing