Sudden

He loved those ankles, tight skin and the tiniest tuft of golden, sun-bleached hair, a promise of sorts, though there were rivulets of sweat running down her thighs, slowly, as if to savour the sights and the velvety hide, they landed, eventually, on the top of her feet, last station, everbody out, no more stops; he tried to imagine the rest of her, all covered as she was, with cotton and fake fabric, as if there were a need to guard treasures of the flesh, good god, he bit his lower lip and felt a rush of fresh adrenalin rising in his loins and sweeping the cobwebs out of his brains, grabbed her by the ankles, expecting whatever there was to be when she seemed to melt into the past, or this temporary and exciting future; the bed was.... so conveniently, close at hand and magic stripped her bare, his calloused hands roughly pawed her breasts but treated the nipples with utmost care, the suddenness startled her and she felt him harden against her back, as she had turned, in shy reluctance, her hand reached far enough and..