Her back sunk further within the softened cushion that laid between her and the couch. All morning, she had looked forward to this moment, knowing that if she sped through her work and task—efficiently of course—then her afternoon could consist of this. There were to be no interruptions, no distractions of any kind. Her phone was on silent, there was a fresh cup of tea next to her upon the side table, she had even decided to reread a book that she had read of late and absolutely loved - there were to be no risk upon a new novel that could lead to failure of enjoyment. And perhaps after she read for an hour or so, she would retreat to the bed or the bath, and make love to herself. She had even pushed herself harder at the gym that morning so the feeling of rest would be stronger within her bones once she relaxed back within her lounging sanctuary. This feeling was already heavenly.
There was nothing that would taint her afternoon of planned bliss, but there was something —or rather someone— who could, and frequently increased such state of bliss within her, who was currently turning his key within the lock of their front door.
“Hi darling”, his lips naturally curled into that smile that was for her, just as his eyes sparkled with that spark that was also just for her.
“You’re home early?”. Of course she was happy to see him, however, to lie she would if she said that she felt no streak of umbrage at his early arrival, and the interruption of her planned afternoon of self-centred rest. But he was also her beloved other half, and this was also his home.
“The meeting finished up early and I couldn’t wait to see you”, how sweetly he explained as he placed down his work bag and walked over to the couch where she laid, bending down to meet her lips with his. “These are for you, by the way”. She hadn’t noticed that his left hand had been hidden behind this back since his early entry. A perfect posy of flowers appeared before her, held within withheld hand of his.
“They’re gorgeous! Thank you, honey”. She pulled him back down for another kiss by cupping his cheek with her hand.
“Not as gorgeous as you though. Stay there, and i’ll pop them into a vase for you”. Now she truly couldn’t be disheartened at his early arrival, however, she still wanted to continue her afternoon as planned.
After assembling a vase and water, he soon found his way back over to her. “What should we do this afternoon? Go get coffee? Oh, we could pop into those stores that we wanted to check out”. She knew some women would kill to have their partner this interested in spending time with them, but she wasn’t ’some women’, she was her, and she valued time to herself as much as time with her partner, and today she was in dire need of time to herself. He got that, and that’s what made their relationship work so well. They both respected each others need for time of self. However, there also was a silent addiction that they shared for one another, and sooner or later, they would be close again, as if their skin needed to feel each others to stay within a homeostasis state.
“Well, I… I had planned for an afternoon on the couch, with my book. I’m really not in the mood to go out, honey”. He got it. As he was kneeling down next to her, he understood.
“That’s understandable, darling”. He mentioned how he had some work to prepare for the next day, and then would also prepare dinner, and leave her be where she was, doing what she wanted to do. But not before he requested a big kiss and told her to let him know if she needed anything. As planned, he completed his work preparation, as well as the dinner preparation, but not without catching glances of her in-between such doings. He loved seeing her relaxed. There was a sort of pride and accomplishment that he would feel when seeing his love in such a state. ‘Happy wife, happy life’, as they say, and he always found himself happier, when she was her happiest.
A couple of hours had passed, and he credited himself on being within such a short distance from her without touching her, with giving her space. But now, he was finding that his body was being unconsciously pulled towards her. Leaning against the doorway, he watched her, still within the same position upon the couch, although with many pages of her book now turned.
“I can feel you watching me”, she spoke with an amused tone.
“Can you blame me? Look at you. You’re perfect”. Her head turned as she looked over to him, catching him within his observing stance. He knew that now look in her eye, it was a mixture of tease, dare, and growing need. But she broke the fleeting look and returned her gaze to her current page. He waited another minute before he slowly walked his way over. Her eyes moved up from the words, seeing him standing there, still within his work suit, but now the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to just below his elbows, his hands resting in the pockets of his tailored pants and his eyes were asking of her. He didn’t have to say it, she knew, and now she was just as, if not more wanting. Her brow flickered up, just as the corner of her lips did, giving a silent yes to his unspoken question. Down he knelt once again, but this time with more purpose. Her eyes continued following along the printed sentences as his hands moved to the top of her lounging pants. She lifted, aiding his action of the removal of her pants and underwear. Keeping one foot up on the couch, she placed the other down on the ground, helping to open herself more widely to him.
“Mm”, she heard in his deepened tone from behind her book. She felt his hands, running their way smoothly up the inside of her thighs, soft kisses placed where his hands had just touched. “Look at this. She’s so pretty, so perfect”, he kissed her skin after each adjective, before the tip of his index finger touched the very start of her opening, “and so wet for me”.
“She could be wetter. Wouldn’t you agree?”, she spoke whilst temporarily moving her book to see him right there, only centimetres away from her sex.
“Oh, I do agree, baby. Let me get her really wet then”. Her scent had already engulfed him, but when his tongue met her sex, the taste of her as well made him groan in such a felicity. He could feel it releasing around his body; dire insatiability for her, for all of her, for only her. His arms wrapped under and around her thighs, his hands meeting her sex, subtly holding her open for his face to bury. She moaned softly as he moved his tongue within her. How happily he would lay here for hours, with his tongue as deep as possible within her, her scent filling his nose, her juices accumulating within his mouth; that was all he needed. She felt the tip of his larger nose rubbing against her clitoris, causing his name being moaned from her lips.
“That is so good”, she praised as she kept reading. There was no rush, none at all. For near twenty minutes he stayed in such way. Occasionally her eyes would flutter shut in pleasure, at the feeling of his hot, wetted tongue within, at those manly sounds of pure gratification rumbling from his chest and throat, at the words of praise sounding from his juiced lips when he would break for air. So contently she laid there reading away, whislt letting him pleasure her without the rush to orgasm, however, she now couldn’t resist her body’s need for it. She moved one hand from her book in search of his hair. Such adored touch from her inspired his tongue to now thrust harder, with now the goal and impatience of orgasm in near sight. Her back arched, her moan cried loud, and her book slid off of her and onto the ground. She would drive her hips closer if there were space, yet he left not even an inch between his face and her sex. His hands gripped her thighs with more vigour, his fingertips slightly embedding her warmed skin as he fucked her with his tongue. “Yes! There!”, she cried before her moan stilled and her body spasmed as his mouth began filling with her cum. Her back remained in arch as her orgasm rung throughout her body, the duration extended by the deviant sounds that he was making as she came in his mouth. Once the rush stopped and that sedateness took over, her body relaxed back into the couch, as he removed his tongue from her now heated, reddened sex, and began to leave slow kisses over her. He looked up to her, with smiles across both their faces, but her with her eyes half closed as she lingered in that state of sexual intoxication. He stood up, grabbed the soft blanket from the end of the couch, unfolded it and laid it upon her.
“Snooze, while I finish dinner”, he softly commanded her. She smiled at him blissfully, before turning over and snuggling into the cushions further. He picked up her temporarily forgotten book, marked her page, closed it and placed it on the table, whilst taking one final look at his sleeping beloved, of his lady of leisure.
