Rain, wine and slow sex in London

It was raining over London. We opened a bottle, put music on low and forgot the clock. He undressed me button by button, laid me down and kissed me from my neck to the inside of my thighs. When he entered me we did it very slowly, barely speaking, only looking. He held me when I came and kept moving until he finished, shaking. We fell asleep still tangled, with the rain in the background. Sex does not have to be wild. Sometimes the passion is exactly that calm. In the morning the coffee tasted better and the city was still wet. I wanted to stay in that bed all day.