Alone At Last...

Daisy and Gordon barely get the kids out the door before they both drop their pants and run for the shower, laughing like teenagers who've found dad's porn stash. Hot water hits their backs and they forget they know how to be gentle for about three minutes, fumbling with soap and each other. They only remember tenderness after his hands are already sliding down her slick thighs and she's pinning him against the tile. By the time he slips inside her they're both shivering, not from cold water, just relief. Gordon keeps her close, thrusting slow and deep while they grin at each other in the steam, holding the eye contact longer than they have in weeks. It doesn’t last long; parenthood doesn’t hand out second chances. They climax fast and half-laughing, coming out of the bathroom breathless and carrying that post-coital glow like a pair of idiots who just won the jackpot.