A distraction
By Prerafaelite © copyright September 2001. All rights reserved.
His warm breath feathered across the nape of her neck as she sat typing her words of love out to him on her computer. Smiling, he reached down and turned her face to his by cupping her cheeks in his palms and tilting her head gently backwards. Slowly his lips descended onto hers.
The
smooth firmness of his touch was beguiling in its delicacy. He brushed his lips
from side to side across hers in a slow dance of sensuality as a stray hand
reached decidedly for her breast and circled it with calculated care. She
moaned her delight into his opening mouth as his tongue slid home into her
waiting embrace. She savored the taste of him as his essence exploded all her
senses. Her fingers wrapped themselves involuntarily into his hair.
The
blossoming feeling of desire flourished in her belly as his mouth made love to
hers, his tongue matching hers, teasing and enticing, drawing out all she had
to give by first giving all to her. He murmured against her lips. “I love you
my wife.” And proceeded to deliberately distract her further.