Cobalt by Shelley Grace

something she had kept hidden for nearly a decade, and she was just beginning to realise it was something she had missed. She kissed him tenderly, her hands holding around his neck, and the base of his head. He shifted his hands and placed them on her shoulders. He pushed her gently from him, and stood.
     
                Turning to kneel, facing him Madeline watched in silence as he un-buttoned and removed his trousers and black briefs. She noticed, for the first conscious time how the sight of him affected her psychologically and physically. She swallowed slowly, allowing herself to really study his entire body. Her gaze moved from his feet up his tanned calves, noting the indent where his socks had been around his mid-calf section. She smiled as her appraisal of him moved over his knees to his muscled thighs. She could see the light reflecting off the curly blonde hair that covered them. A crease in the muscle ran down the edge of them, testament to Rick’s weekly workout session on the weight machine. His chest and abdomen were also covered in a light layer of dark hair, in all the right places – his pectoral muscles, the cease that ran down the centre of his abdomen and a small area just around his navel were all highlighted. The contours of his muscles were visible under it. Dark hair that was starting to take on a silver hue as it got closer to the top of his chest. It was the silver part that she liked the best. He has the perfect chest, she decided. She continued her appraisal of him. There was not an ounce of unnecessary fat on his entire body. The difference between men and women Madeline thought as she mentally assessed her own body and the excess fat she thought she carried in a number of places- fat that only she saw when she looked at herself in the mirror. She reached out and ran a
    finger down the muscle that ran the length of Rick’s upper arm, his bicep. She really loved that muscle, the strength of it was visible under his business shirts and suit coats when he lifted files or pushed their office door open. His arm quivered slightly under her touch. 
     
                Rick knelt down in front of her, and Madeline’s hands immediately reached for his chest. Resting briefly, she moved her hands and clasped them about his neck. Rick wrapped his arms about her, and pulled her onto his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, her face against his throat. She could smell his aftershave, and recognised it as the one she had given him last Christmas. She kissed his throat.
     
                Still holding her tight against him, Rick moved to lie her on the bed, and keeping his weight balanced on his arms he covered her body with his. He kissed her gently, and then with one hand shifted her arms from about his neck. He kissed her mouth again and then moved his way down her body. Kissing down the column of her throat, and across her right shoulder. He halted his travel as his mouth came in contact with her right breast, his tongue moving to tease and stimulate the nipple. Madeline’s breath caught in her throat. He raised his head, looked at her, and smiled. She took his face in her hands. He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. He then took both of her hands in his, and threading his fingers through hers, he shifted holding her arms down beside her head. He moved his body to completely cover hers, once more. She wrapped her legs about his waist. She clenched her hands, her fingernails digging into the back of his, as he entered her. They synchronized their movements then. Every touch, every motion designed to complement each other. As they reached climax after climax they took turns on the top and the bottom. Neither was passive, neither was dominant. For the first time Rick and Madeline shared the control, and each benefited. For the first time in her life Madeline was not responsible for everything, and Rick was an active, powerful member of their