Our slow night in London

We shut the door of the flat in London, switched the phones off and gave ourselves permission to go slowly. It started with a massage on the sofa, carried on in the shower and ended in bed with long kisses. He went down on me until I could barely stand it, then we came together while looking at each other. We changed pace several times: soft, hard, soft again. No rush and no screens. Just his weight, my voice and the heat of the sheets. Afterwards we stayed wrapped up, talking rubbish. Sometimes the best sex in a couple is not the most athletic. It is the most present. London was still awake outside and we did not care.