In it's velvet case.

We felt the moment hang in the air. The lust, the glory of it, the magnificence of it. Staring into your eyes, I see your bliss, your wonder, the flaring embers of your passion, slowly winding down as your body relaxes. And speaking of your body, I take my gaze south, and once more let my eyes wash upon your form, polished, coated in oil, brought to a wonderful shine. How sexy you look, panting, wet, oiled, sprawled out, just ripe for the taking. I'm tempted to fuck you again right there and then.

Instead, however, I reach out with my hand, and grip your oiled ass once again. Taking you in close, I roll you over, and you, still exhaling the warm night air, let yourself be rolled onto your side, as I press your back against my chest. I rearrange my hands and arms, as I feel my own flesh, whet by sweat already, join in the oil that coats to your body. One hand finds one of yours, and we clasp fingers once again. The other, finds your waist and abdomen, and clutches you close. Our legs draw close, and before long, they intertwine, your ass feeling my cock still pressed against it. My breath lingers upon your oiled neck, and the night, late as it is, takes us into our slumber.

Well...

Such was those nights of ours.