After ten years

She stood in front of him, closing the buttons of his long, sugar-colored shirt with thin fingers, her scent tickling him, sweeping all of his senses at once.

She raised her eyes to him and sighed, with a muttering urine, "it seemed breathtaking," corresponding to him with pure love, immersed in the sea of his eyes raging with desire and gratitude.

He pulled her to his chest, burying his face in her neck, smelling and tasting at the same time, while she surrounded him with her arms, giving him the opportunity to wander, closing her eyes, savoring his tenderness and impulse, her lover, her husband, and her...