Four hours never passed so quickly. So richly.
The colors and sounds are in my mind- white sheets, our skin, the grey in your eyes; red strawberries and sun- dappled pineapple, your dark coffee, mine with cream; the mahogany headboard, the black and metal of the cuffs, the blond and silver in your hair.
I can clearly hear the laughter after the roughness, the sound of your breathing when I rise above you, the intense agony in your throat when I move even the slightest bit after.
She remembers all of it, the language of his hips, the sounds of the joining.