"Look," she whispered." That must be one of the few swallows up this late tonight..."
"Or is it a lark," he responded knowledgeably, gazing out at the night sky.
"A late lark," she played with the words. " A late night lark....yes I like that...larking about...."
"That's how I always feel when I'm with you," he smiled, looking at her as she sat there in his slippers and dressing gown, gazing back up at him happily.
"Well I can always follow in your footsteps, in these," she laughed wiggling her feet at him"...not that the loose fit of these will do me any good, physically, when I trip down your stairs."
"I should think not! You...slipper thief...are captive to my wiles now,"he chided her, wagging his finger in mock rebuke.
"But what fun this petty thievery it is for the soul!"She laughed back, kicking her feet up, so that one slipper flew off for him to catch neatly. He joined in and knelt to replace the shoe, squeezing her toes lovingly before reinserting them in the fur lined warmth.
"Such delicate toes - have the slippers - my gift."
"A present just for me - what would that be in french? Un gateau?"she smiled quizzically.
He frowned and shook his head, but said nothing.
"And there was me," she continued after a prolonged pause, "there was me thinking you were going to be censorious for a moment."
"Censorious - me, no - your smiles feed my heart." he replied. "Can I respond appropriately in any way?"
"Most definitely!"She exclaimed, thinking how a reciprocal feeding of lips with kisses might perhaps be preferable to any censoring of the words she uttered.
"Hang on," he frowned. "Gateau - where did the cake come from?"
"Cake?" She looked puzzled and then laughed again." Oh gateau - did I get it wrong again? Then, how do you say presents?"
"Cadeaux, sweetness."
"Can you imagine what fun those frenchmen would have with me 'en Paris'?"
"Yes - but not as much fun as I am having right now."
"Gateau...cadeaux..... at least they rhyme...You have such a head start..... I'm quite sure you are correct...on our whirlwind tour...when I come to you again."
"She wants head now - goodness and we've not been formally introduced?"
"You character!"she squealed with laughter.
"I am that to be sure," he smiled back." A character in search of an author perhaps?"
She blew a kiss at him and nodded wordlessly in agreement.
"Or is that a muse?"
"You would like me to amuse or be a muse?" She played with his words.
"Neither could do you justice...," he began and picked up a thesaurus. " in fact you amuse, inspire, entertain, comfort, cajole, enliven.."
She stopped his banter with a hand pressed over his lips and purred: "Oh, but you too do all of those things SOOOOOOOO well."
He gazed down at her, sneaking a look into the depths of her cleavage and imagining the caresses that she might allow. She stood and let the dressing gown fall to her feet and let him reach out to her.
He ran a tender hand down her bare back, the low cut night dress that she wore no hindrance to each of his fingers tracing her soft contours. Her shimmying flesh felt like a mirage before his eyes, untouchable and unattainable. She shivered in response to his touch and he, mistaking it for cold, reached down to the chair back where she had been sitting.
"You should put your cardigan on if you're cold, love."
"The cardigan wouldn't help this shiver....It's a delicious shiver...that I couldn't resist," and she smiled lasciviously at him. Then, she looked away and smiled, while reaching down shyly to touch his thigh, gently through his robe, thinking of distant memories returning, memories of a time when her partner could not resist her.
"It's been a long time," she said hesitantly.
"You poor dear love - how utterly sad making."
"Yup."
"What a waste."
He held her close to him then, looking down at her, saw that they were both appropriately undressed for a delicious cuddle. He looked at her, so long uncaressed and thought again to himself - what a waste. He reached down to touch her gently through her night dress. He watched her perk up to enjoy his attention so much. He looked down further and pressed his hand to her stomach, kneeling then before to press his lips against the cotton fabric.
"That gorgeous belly unkissed - what a shame."
"Quelle domage.... bien sur."
"Of course - a pity indeed."
"Those delightful thighs unparted - what a crime," matching his actions to his words, he pressed a hand to her leg just above the knee and below the hem of her gown.
"If you were mine I could not resist kissing your inner thigh with alarming regularity....you are just so lovely."
"Ah... it couldn't be regular enough for me!" She smiled again wanly. "Thank you , you wonderful man!"
"Ok irregularly then," he joked." I will not proceed in the prescribed method and...I might just very occasionally venture a little higher with permission."
"But of course....permission granted, Sir!"She swayed a little, like a young birch tree in the breeze. He lifted the nightdress and kissed the dizzy heights of her inner thigh , carried away by the balm of her natural perfume.
"The good ship wishes to be boarded then?"
"Ahhhhhh yes..." she sighed." Yes, that she does."
He did not reply for he had found her so kissable, so ready to be licked and so parted that he could not resist a further kiss. After a gentle fondle, his lips were replaced by an inquisitive finger against her most sensitive parts.
"Yes.......yes...."she moaned, her sighs diminished to a humming moan of pleasure at his obsequious attentions. He lifted her nightie right up to kiss the whorl of her soft belly and ran his hands up underneath to cup her lovely and oh so neglected breasts. He fondled their delightful, admirable and almost enviable roundness. They were just right for cupping, for worshipping as if a shrine.
Reaching out to feel that wonderful bare chest, she tugged the light curls with a gentle pulling motion and a decisive tease. He felt her moisten in the palm of his hand: so very, VERY damp at that particular moment. He stroked her gently again as his tongue touched the tips of her breasts.
"If you could do that for ever,"she murmured "Wouldn't it be luverley?"
"Yes, my fair lady."
He pulled away from her with a smile, thinking back to the musical that they had watched earlier that evening. He left his finger floating on the viscous waters of her arousal, bobbing backwards and forwards. His digit became a narrow boat in his imagination, waiting for the lock gates of pleasure to flood open in the tight canal between her legs, as he murmured a silly ditty to himself:
"All she wants is a fella somewhere........sensitive touch with a head of hair........But all she gets, as her seat wets.....Is a foolish lover oh so bare."
"What a wonderfully silly lover you are," she laughed.
"I have my moments - sort of," he sighed. "It is a pleasure to fondle at leisure without being told 'NO' in stentorian tones...."
"Or,"and he paused to illustrate his actions by reaching round her to squeeze her backside," to fondle a bottom without the inevitable 'Don't'...."
She stifled a giggle.
"Or," and he reached up to pinch his lover's cheek, "...to be told 'Stoppit'."
"Well I don't blame your wife - you really should not behave like that in the high street...,"she admonished him teasingly.
"But, I can't resist her.... what's a poor boy to do?"
"Quite understandably, restraint would be out of the question then?"
"Restraint," he looked puzzled for a moment. "Silken ties only dear...no handcuffs?"
"Oh.....goood! I love silk, as you know....and you, you are such a kick," she murmured affectionately , rubbing her palm against his cheek. "You have aroused me.....a quite lovely feeling!
"I'm delighted,"he whispered back, pushing her back and supporting her to the couch, with one hand, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
"You are romantic, and tantalising, and exciting, and..and.... and... wonnnnnnnnnderful!"
"Just relax, darling don't build me into an icon, my sweet."
"You have been so kind to me... so sweet to me... so tender to me..so indulgent with me.... making love to me in the middle of this warm night....loving your anxious other woman."
"Don't be ridiculous and come and be cuddled, loved and adored."
She curled up in his arms then, feeling his shoulders. He smiled at the warm and feminine bundle that he embraced, watching her curl up into his arms and then letting his tongue roam again, licking up and down her soft cleavage. She trembled, hissing her delight, wondering if she would survive the exquisitely delicious torture.
She reached down to stoke the fuel of his flames and to take a measure the torch he was bearing. He smiled and pushed her hand coyly back up to his shoulder. Then, having made her release him , he leant down to allow his tongue to trail once more over her downy stomach and to turn away from her, letting her mouth uncover and play in his intimate regions.
She reddened as he moved . He felt her skin flush against him, pressing into him. His insistent hands parted her thighs again, his tongue entering her heedlessly. She repressed an involuntary shudder of excitement. He paused for a moment to watch her engage his flesh. Seeing her lips purse themselves around him made feelings of delight ride up his spine.
He was forced to control the natural bucking of his hips, when her tongue touched the tip of his member, feeling himself neatly ensconced in the warmth of her mouth. She reached up to caress his body, running a finger over him and then round the back to that most sensitive spot behind. He jerked as her finger slid against his perineum and would, without a little self control at that moment, have jetted down her throat.
Breathing in slowly to regain control, he resumed his licking and caressing, tasting and enjoying her delicacy. His hands craddled her to bring her closer to him. His tongue continued to rove languorously until she yielded. He nibbled and licked simultaneously until she gasped and opened her mouth wide to accept his pulsing fluid.........
.......And there they lay there together, having swallowed each others passions. They felt very warm, very wiggly and very content as the twittering of their feathered neighbour greeted the crack of dawn and the end of their late night lark.
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