from Behind the Wizard's Curtain

Hanna yawned and went to take a shower before bed. Peter stepped into the shower with her as the steam rose above the shower stall. So did their passions as they caressed each other and washed the day's dust from their bodies. It felt good to have Peter by her side. They were true companions looking out for each other. As their passion increased, the water started to get cold, invigorating their love to a higher level. Quickly turning the water off, they dried each other briskly and walked towel-clad back into their bedroom. Doors closed, and towels dropped to the floor. 

Hanna fell back onto the soft bed sheets, which gently caressed her body. Peter's hard, chiseled body molded into Hanna's smooth skin. His wet kisses traced a curved line down her body as Hanna's back arched to meet his touch. "You are the best, yes, the best lover ever." Hanna's words rolled off her tongue as their bodies moved in rhythm together. Their skin was sensitive to every touch. Like electricity, their sweat-covered bodies sparked between them. Slowly, they both arrived at a plateau of ecstasy where they were one mind, body, and spirit. Hanna bit Peter on his shoulder, which drove him deeper into her. She gasped and met his thrust again and again. They relaxed in a puddle upon the sheets, and lay there, slowly separating their entwinement.

Hanna's body quivered with Peter's and they rolled apart to get comfortable under the soft sheets. Peter hoarsely whispered,  "Are you cold?" Hanna shivered and spoke tenderly, "No, I am shaking with pleasure, silly." Peter smiled and held her close. The heat from his body and a sheet kept them warm through the night.

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