She knew what Orlando wanted. He had watched her feed their three month old son and she had seen the look on his face. His mouth had been open, just enough for her to see his tongue come out and circle his lips in want and need. Maybe he didn't think she had seen, but she had, and tonight she was going to give him what he wanted.
She had been sitting in the living room, her back against dark blue pillows on the circular, pale blue sofa. She wore a midnight blue silk Chinese robe with flying dragons on the back. There were dragons on the front too, pale blue and white dragons, their tails curled over her full breasts. He had watched as their baby, a boy with peach fuzz dark hair and black eyes, fed at her breasts. She knew he loved her. She knew that he loved making love with her. She knew his eyes were on each swelling breast as she moved the robe away from them one at a time so their baby could take what he needed.
"I'll put him to bed, then I'll call you," she said, her voice catching on the last word.
"No, I'll take him and put him to bed," Orlando replied, his own voice full of desire.
She shut the robe around her breasts, tied the silk cord around her waist and put the baby into his arms. As he took their son, he leaned in to kiss her and they cradled the baby together on the bed of their arms. The baby never even cried when Orlando had him safe in his arms, his head against Orlando's soft shirt, the tiny flower of his mouth pursed shut.
Orlando gently slipped his hand under the baby's head. He bent to kiss his forehead and he began to sing him a soft crooning lullaby that faded into the air like star dust as he took their son to his nursery.
She walked down the hallway to their bedroom. Going through the door, she walked to the long mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Standing in front of it, she began to caress her breasts through the robe. They were still tender from feeding the baby. She called out to Orlando filling the sound of his name with all the love she felt for him.
Orlando came to the doorway and she could see him, framed in the mirror. Without making a sound on his bare feet, he crossed the length of the room that separated them and came up behind her so only a whisper was between them. She could feel him trembling behind her.
He put both hands under her thick hair and began to massage the back of her neck. She watched in the mirror as her hair fell over his long fingered hands like a waterfall. He spoke to her in a language she realized was the Elvish he had learned for Lord of the Rings. "What are you saying?" she whispered. "Tell me."
"No, just listen to the sounds. You don't need me to tell you. You know in your heart what I'm saying."
Orlando moved his hands along the sides of her neck to her shoulders, rubbing them with his fingers and palms. Her head lolled to the side as the sound of his words began to hypnotize her, and he moved her hair away from the side of her neck, nuzzling her, the thin stubble along his jaw and upper lip tickling her soft skin.
"I'm going to let go of you now, just for a minute," he whispered into her ear. "No, no!" She cried to be out of the circle of his warmth after he took his hands away.
"I'm just taking off my shirt." She turned to watch Orlando lift the T-shirt over his head and throw it on the floor. She loved to watch him take off his clothes. Seeing his chest, his dark nipples and the muscles of his flat belly made her clench inside. It made her clit harden and her nipples swell against her robe.
"Turn back around!" She turned back to the mirror at his soft command.
He ran his hands along the silken arms of the robe. "Lift your arms." She did and couldn't resist twining them behind her to rest on his hips.
"Orlando," she whispered. He answered by pushing his hips against her ass. He ran his hands up the blue river of silk to the belt of the robe and slowly and tortuously undid it, all the time watching in the mirror. As the ends of the belt fell apart, the robe gaped open and the swell of her breasts was once more visible to his gaze. His fingertips trailed up to the opening, just grazing over her nipples, which were so hard they tented the silk over them.
Orlando took her earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. It only added to the heat between her legs and in her breasts. She whimpered as he cupped her breasts through the hot blue silk and then parted the robe even more, slowly, slowly pulling the fabric back to reveal them bit by bit to his eyes, to her eyes, and to the mirror reflecting the sight back to them. Suddenly, he pulled the silk back all the way over her breasts and slid the robe off her shoulders. It rustled to the floor in a pool of midnight. She tried to turn to him and kiss the face in the mirror at her shoulder, but he said, "No, don't turn around. Not yet."
As much as she wanted to turn to him, she didn't. Orlando leaned down to kiss her neck as he put both hands on her waist and then brought them back up to her breasts, without touching them. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked her.
