Afternoon Delight

The light of the late afternoon Sun spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across her belly. Jessica lies naked on the rumpled sheets, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Her fiery hair fans across the white linen like copper thread on silk, while the light makes her skin seem to glow from within. Mike kneels between her parted thighs, watching the pulse flutter at the base of her throat. They have been married three years now, but in moments like this, he still feels the same wonder that struck him the first time she trusted him enough to be vulnerable in his presence.

Her scent reaches him first... that mesmerising blend of musk and salt and the faintest hint of lavender soap. Mike breathes her in as he trails a fingertip along the inside of her knee and watches as her skin pebbles under his touch. 

"I'm thinking about how extraordinary you are," he says softly. "How grateful I am that you're mine."

Jessica opens her eyes then, green as spring leaves, and the trust he sees there takes his breath away. Her hand reaches out to find his face, fingers tracing the line of his jaw with infinite gentleness.

"Show me," she whispers.

The words hang between them like a prayer, an invitation to her most sacred space. Mike feels his heart quicken with a sense of gratefulness for what she's offering... not just her body, but her complete trust, her willingness to be known by him in ways no-one else ever will.

 

"Look at you," he murmurs. 

 

Jessica's answering smile trembles at the edges. She reaches for him once more, but he catches her wrist, pressing it back against the mattress.

 

"Let me."

 

Mike's palm glides up her thigh, over the curve of her hip. The thatch of ginger curls at her apex is softer than he remembers, like brushed satin against his knuckles. He parts her gently, revealing Jessica's glistening pink petals. Her breath hitches.

 

He leans in, but doesn't touch yet. Just exhales warm air over her. Jessica arches off the bed with a whimper.

 

"Please..."

 

Mike begins with her calves, lifting each to his lips in turn, pressing kisses to her kneepits, those delicate parts where her pulse thrums like a captured bird. Her breathing deepens as he traces the length of each leg with his mouth and finds the sensitive hollow of her groin. It makes her gasp softly. Her skin tastes of sea salt and summer and he works his way inward with agonising slowness, nuzzling the downy hair, inhaling her deepening arousal.

 

When his tongue finally finds her, she cries out... a sharp, surprised sound. He laps at her slowly, relishing the way her hips jerk beneath his restraining hand. Her flavour blooms on his tongue, rich and complex as dark chocolate.

 

"God, your mouth..." Jessica's fingers twist in the sheets. 

 

Mike hums against her, the vibration drawing another gasp. His free hand slides up her torso, thumb brushing the underside of her breast. Her nipple tightens to a bead under his palm. Time becomes fluid, measured no longer in minutes but in heartbeats, in the rhythm of breath shared and pleasure given freely.

 

He explores her with deliberate patience... circling her clit with the flat of his tongue, dipping briefly into her entrance, then retreating to suck gently at her outer lips. Her thighs tremble around his head. The scent of her arousal thickens, mingling with the faint tang of her abundant essence. 

 

"More," she pants. "Please, my love, I need..."

 

He slides two fingers inside her. She's so wet they glide in effortlessly, her inner walls clenching around him. He crooks them upward, finding that spot that makes her back bow off the mattress. 

 

"Oh! Right there, yes, just like..." Jessica's words dissolve into a moan as he sucks her clit into his mouth.

 

Mike sets a relentless rhythm with his fingers thrusting, tongue circling, the heel of his hand grinding against her mound. Her breathing turns ragged, punctuated by soft, desperate sounds. The drifting sunlight catches the sheen of sweat between her breasts.

 

Her hand flies to his hair, not guiding, just holding on to any part of him she can reach, as if she needs to anchor herself to him in the storm of sensation he's creating. Her body moves beneath his touch like water, like music, responsive to every caress, every kiss pressed to skin that tastes of love and trust and the particular sweetness that comes from complete surrender to another's care.

 

"I'm close, so close..." 

 

He swirls his fingers inside of her, drinking her in as her hips are bucking wildly against his face. Her climax hits like a wave breaking... first the tension, her whole body going rigid, then the tremors that start in the depths and radiate outward. Jessica comes with his name on her lips, a broken sob that echoes in the quiet room.

 

Mike gentles his touch as the aftershocks subside, kissing her oversensitive flower with all of his love. Her hand falls away from his hair, landing limp on the pillow. 

 

When he finally lifts his head, her eyes are closed, lips parted, her belly still quivering irregularly while the last ripples of her orgasm are spreading throughout her body. The final rays that fall in through the curtains are gilding the sweat on her forehead. Mike kisses his way up her body, along the trembling plane of her stomach, the valley between her breasts, the frantic pulse at her throat. 

 

Jessica's arms wrap around his shoulders as he reaches her mouth. She tastes herself on his lips, sighs into the kiss. 

 

"Stay," she murmurs against his cheek. 

 

He gathers her close, her heartbeat gradually slowing against his chest. Outside, the songs of birds are fading towards the setting Sun. The last of the evening light shifts across the bed, painting the room in deeper golds and ambers, illuminating the damp patch on the sheets, the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the way her fingers curl possessively around his cock even in sleep. And as darkness falls over the World outside, the glow seems to come from within her now, from the satisfaction of being completely loved.