She felt Lucien's heavy breath against her neck. Her legs felt heavy, yet weightless; as if they could melt right into their twisted sheets. She stretched her arms and legs, letting the last waves of her orgasm flow through her body. With her arm outstretched, she reached behind her, feeling his beard, and whispered her lips to his before falling just as quickly back into her blissful position, resting on her side and curled up against him.
His hands were lazy, yet greedy as they danced over her. His thumb pressed at her hip bone before his entire palm fell to her bum, squeezing once lovingly before trailing over the nerves burning at her lower back. His fingernails skated up, creating goosebumps as they scratched up her ribs. The dance ended at her breast, happily still there, with her nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger. She couldn't help but rock her hips back against him as he teased her, pinching with varying pressure.
"I could stay here all day…" her voice was airy, affected by his mouth at her jaw, against her pulsepoint - her heartbeat still racing from just moments before. He had groaned and sworn her name, bringing her with him. She couldn't believe how hearing her name soaked with pleasure falling from his lips urgently was a catalyst to her own pleasure. Her name growled out, echoed against their bedroom walls was the breaking point that made her see stars.
"Could you now?" he teased as his hand slipped down between them and found her warm folds, slippery with want; past and present. He toyed at them in rhythm to his hand at her breast. "God, Jean. You're so beautiful."
She whined into her pillow and bucked against his hand, urging him on. "Well, I would love to stay here all day with you," he assured her.
"We will. Another day. I have my meeting at town hall. And soon!" she realized, looking at the position of the hands on the clock. And then at his hands, repositioning on her, pressing at her hips again, until she was flat on her back looking up at him.
"My wife: the councilwoman…" he beamed.
"How would it look if I missed the first meeting?" she giggled as he flopped himself on top of her.
"I'll tell them it was my fault. I do have a reputation of being reckless…" he was persuasive, with a nip and a light kiss to her upper lip; at that spot he learned quickly was her weakness.
"Yes. You do."
"And they would understand. Just look at you," he was holding himself up over her, admiring her, flushed beneath him. She smiled and felt a proud blush at her cheeks; she wasn't sure would ever go away when he looked at her like that.
She grabbed his arms and pulled him down for one more kiss. It lingered on until finally Lucien broke. "C'mon, councilwoman. Let's get you cleaned and ready for your meeting."