Archie was seated before the glowing fire in his leather highback chair reading.
He was slightly startled when Lilias crept up behind letting her hands slide down from the front of his shoulders to his chest. She was clad in an ethereal dressing gown.
She kissed him.
"What are you reading, my darling? Will you read it aloud? I love listening to the sound of your voice. Your voice...It's so...beautiful."
He humbly grinned. His wife's words were so sweet and affectionate.
"Whatever is your wish, my love." Archie answered.
"Let us sit a little closer to the fire." She said
Archie gathered a velvet covering and the pillows that rested against his highback chair and lay them upon the floor, so that they could relax there upon the floor nearer the fire as he read to her. She seemed lost in the sound of his voice.
She then began to kiss him again and again. Archie dropped his book.
Soon, they were wrapped in each others arms and limbs. He cradled Lilias so gently. Staring into his soulful eyes, Lilias stroked his face tenderly. She gently undressed her husband with no pleas from him against her actions. Her love for her husband left her no longer shy. Archie seemed to gain a little more confidence in himself each time they made love. This time, he loosened the sash of her dressing gown. He drew her body against his as her dressing gown fell away. Her mind wandered for only a moment. Perhaps, she would conceive of a child- a son. Her concentration might be her downfall in this matter. She knew she needed to relax and stop thinking so much.
"Relax," she whispered to herself but Archie nearly heard.
"What, my darling?" He couldn't quite understand her murmur.
"Are you not comfortable? Shall we..."
"Sweetheart..." She smiled at him. "It was mindless murmuring...sorry"
He chuckled quietly. "Don't apologize."
"Don't stop." She begged.
But, Archie was so gentle, she could no longer bear it. Her body craved his. Her body throbbed for his, and with her hands pushing at the small of his back, she forced him to penetrate her very deeply. She was no longer afforded thought or speech-lost in the sensations of their bodies joined as one. It was not a mechanical union no matter how great her intentions were to conceive. Each time she and her husband became one, she experienced bliss- an otherworldly state of being. Their bodies danced together, melded together more perfectly each time.
He moaned. How Lilias adored her husband Archie's sounds of pure pleasure and ecstasy.
Soul gazed into soul. And when it was done...
"I never cease to be overcome by your beauty and your love." Archie declared so sweetly to his wife.