Afternoon Delight

With the morning's chores all done, Betty and Stephen retired to their room for a little afternoon canoodling. He was dressed in his shirtsleeves and braces and they lay on their bed in each other's arms, relaxing and talking. He brushed her lips gently with his. She stroked his cheek with her fingertips, tracing along his chin and neck. His mouth curled up at the edges into a soft smile.

"You know, Stephen, you have a lovely smile. I wish you would have smiled more at Grace Brothers; I would have liked to have seen it more," she purred.

"I didn't have much to smile about. I went to work to escape my miserable marriage. I disliked my job. I always had to be so serious and it seemed everyone was having a good time…often at my expense," he lamented.

"We were trying to get you to lighten up," she said gently tickling him.

He chuckled and pressed his lips to her temple.

Betty rolled into his embrace, loosened his tie, brushed his ear lightly with her lips, and began planting open-mouth kisses on his neck. He moaned contentedly and pressed his fingertips into the softness of her shoulders and back.

She straddled his thigh, kissing his smooth skin ardently. He moved his hips, pressing himself against her. His eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitched, and he arched his back, moaning softly. Betty traced the edges of his ears, caressing him. He ran his fingers through her blue-tinted hair, his breathing erratic and heavy.

Stephen earnestly moved his hips against her as she tantalized him, opening and closing her mouth along his neck and throat, teasing him with her tongue.

A deep impassioned moan welled inside him and he was moving rhythmically against her. His eyes remained tightly shut and his mouth formed an o, moaning in sync with his movements. She moaned gently as she continued her ministrations, cupping his cheek in her hand.

He gritted his teeth and scratched her back through the airy fabric of her frock. Betty could feel Stephen's heart pounding wildly against her chest, his groaning reaching a crescendo as he bit his lip and drove himself against her thigh in ecstasy. He reached down to clench the lithe softness of her hips, turned his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck, a guttural groan escaping through his parted lips as he found release, panting and moaning against her skin.

His hips stilled and his breathing slowed, his chest softly rising and falling, sated. His eyes flickered open and he pulled back, struggling to focus on her radiant face. He was peacefully basking in her embrace; she smiled lovingly at him. Suddenly his countenance turned from contentment to a stricken expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he sputtered, gaping, "I've never felt that before!"

"A loss of control? I quite enjoyed it," she crooned, tracing little circles on his chest.

"It seems I've made a bit of a mess of myself," he said softly, his brows knitted, embarrassed.

"That's OK, Darling, we'll go and wash our things in the teaseling barn," she explained.

He nodded. She cupped his face in her hands and lightly pressed her lips to his.

He wriggled himself free, "I've not had that happen since I was a lad!" he pouted, "I didn't know that could happen just from kissing."

"You have a very alluring neck!" she flirted, her bright blue eyes dancing, "And we weren't just kissing…"

"Well, where are your sensitive spots?" he sulked.

"You'll have to discover them for yourself!" she teased.

"We do have the rest of our lives together to explore each other," he grinned, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

"…and since we've gotten off to such a late start, we'd better get on with it!"