"Tom, please…not here. Papa is just in the other room." He had caught Sybil off-guard as he snuck up behind her. He had put his hands on her hips and started sniffing the back of her neck like an animal. The heat of his breath excited her but for once she needed some restraint.
"I can't help myself, love. One waft of your perfume and I get all hot and bothered. That's how I knew you were here in the library."
"You tracked me by…smell?" She did not know what to make of that. That her husband has committed every bit of her to memory. Even her…aroma. She felt his fingers run down her hips…to her waist…to the front of her skirts…
"I know. It is kind of…gross. I'm sorry if I offended." As he pulled away, he felt her hand grab him. He remembered a time long ago when they got in a slight quarrel in the garage. He had tried to grab her hand to prevent her from storming out, but touched her hip instead. This was almost the same.
But it wasn't his hip she was touching…caressing. "No. not on your life." she purred. He can only see the back of her head, but Tom knew Sybil had a wicked grin on her face.
