He responded in kind by flickering his tongue more rapidly, and running his hands up the outsides of her thighs. At first she appeared limp from exhaustion, slumping back into the lounger with her hat resting sloppily on her neck, half-covering her chest. He marvelled in her radiant beauty as she stepped towards him, a full plate of bacon, eggs and french toast in hand. Breathing heavily, her mouth was half-open. Choose to make your life better than expected.”
He realized, then, how simple life really was. Her gentle touch comforted him, reassured him, told him that something special was coming. She pushed her head towards him, teasingly touching his lips with her own as she passed them, placing her head beside his:
“Baby, I’ve been waiting. They felt like lovers. He had never tasted one before, but knew immediately that this was something he wanted to taste forever. Her soft, savoury flower was delicious. He pulled one sheet away, then another, and another, until finally, he found it. **
It was a beautiful morning. In contrast to him, her eyes were forced shut, as was her mouth, as she bit her lower lip, looking strained.
