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.

Stella was spent, her body drained, her eyelids far

Sleep claimed her swiftly.

watched her for a moment, her breath steady and

her be, rolling off with a contented sigh, though faint scratches

dim light, he studied

familiar about the evening’s

or why, it

shadow crossed

of bed, he dressed

he opened it, intending to grab a fresh

caught his eye-a

on

after he and Stella had registered their

soft, steady drizzle fell

head throbbing painfully from the excesses