Late morning sunlight slanted in the windows of the bedroom. A cool breeze wandered in through the open French doors, the morning air playing with the lace draped in the corners of the big canopy bed. Leaves rustled from the maple trees that ringed the deck outside the bedroom of the old farmhouse, fresh and crisp in their chatter.
Janice stirred gently as Karl's cat landed on the bed. He was back from a morning hunt in the wilds of the flowerbeds. He chirped a feline greeting to her, settling into the small of her back to nap.
Karl remained sleeping, his snoring deep and rhythmic. Moving very carefully so that she wouldn't wake him, she wiggled in close. Days off together were a rarity, and there was no hurry to get up. There was no hurry for anything, the day was theirs and if it was spent under the sheets so much the better.
She melted into him, her head resting on his hairy chest, her body tight against his. Karl instinctively wrapped his big arms around her, protective and reassuring. Even though dead to the world, he could still sense her and his hands moved possessively over her body, slipping and stroking their way lightly across her pale skin. Lulled by the warmth of his body, and the rhythm of his breathing, Janice slowly fell back asleep.
Karl cracked one eye open, watching as his tiny woman lay sleeping on him, his fingers idly playing over her smooth, soft skin. He too loved days like this, where they could just lounge in bed, do nothing, owe nothing to anyone. They could indulge themselves with each other's charms and treasures. Karl's movements over Janice's body woke the big cat up, and for a moment, the two males stared eye to eye. Karl shot a foot out at him under the covers, and the feline hopped down, strolling unhurried out of the room. This time, it was in his best interest to concede defeat.
Karl's hands continued their quest, almost with a mind of their own. They meandered, gently finding their way over her body. They tenderly caressed every inch of her. He could hear Janice's breathing change as she pressed herself a little tighter against him, moving her hips against him with a secret little purr that vibrated itself into his soul.
Karl stopped his exploration of her, pretending to still be asleep. Janice tilted her head a bit, wondering if she'd been dreaming, if she'd just imagined feeling his hands run over her. It didn't really matter; reality and dreamscape were one and the same between the two of them. She adored this man who'd captured her soul, propped her up when she needed it, and made her world complete. There were no words to describe the depth of emotion they felt towards each other; 'Love' barely scratched the surface.
Janice quietly slipped out of bed, and padded across the room to the ensuite. She prepared a bath in the big soaker tub, and gingerly stepped in, her skin turning pink from the intense heat, the fragrance of the oils enveloping her senses. Sighing with contentment, she laid back against the porcelain, her eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility.
Jan lay there for a while, in a different state of consciousness, mesmerized by the scents and warmth of the water surrounding her. Although he'd been very careful not to make any noise, she still picked up Karl's presence in the room. Peeking through half closed eyelids, she saw him sitting on the edge of the tub, gazing at her, a predatory look in his eyes. She knew why he was there, Karl liked to watch, but it was far more fun to plead ignorance.
"Something I can do for you?" she asked, feigning innocence.
Karl tossed the facecloth at her, "Just wanted to make sure you didn't miss anything," he responded, in a low throated growl.
Janice took the cloth in her hand, and settled back against the tub. Spreading her legs, exposing herself to him, she began to slowly, methodically wash between her thighs. She lightly dragged the terrycloth material over every fold, every crevice, the subtle roughness of the cloth repeatedly replaced by the soothing heat of the water.
Karl grew increasingly uncomfortable. Watching intently he lathered his big hand with the bar of soap, and gently slipped it over her breasts. Janice moaned aloud with the sensation of the slick massage over her skin.
Her parted lips were too inviting for Karl to resist, and sliding his other hand under her hair, he nudged her towards him. She eagerly wrapped her mouth around his growing stiffness, surrounding him with her own liquid heat. Her tongue meticulously worked its magic on him. Karl groaned with pleasure and agony, the intensity building in him as Janice worked on them both. He could tell she wouldn't last much longer, and neither would he.
In one swift movement, he pulled away from her, and at the same time, caught her delicate wrist in his hand and yanked it from her eagerly writhing pubis.
"Noooo, Karl!" Janice screamed at him. A sadistic snicker played across Karl's face as she made a futile effort to break free of his ironclad grip.
He pulled her roughly out of the tub, water streaming from her. He then took her by the hair and bent her head up to him. "I think you've forgotten who the boss is again. I decide how and when, don't I?" he snarled.
Jan's lips parted, her breath gasping, her feet slipping a bit on the wet floor; she gazed up at him, his eyes coldly amused at her discomfort.
Karl pulled her around to face the back of the bathroom door; sweeping away the robe that hung to the ground, he exposed the full-length mirror fixed there. He held her from behind and whispered in her ear, his gravelly voice slipping inside her and charging her with electricity. "Look at yourself little bitch," he snarled at her.
