Sybil and James had been apart so long emotionally that reconnecting with each other was no easy task. Sybil was trying to find that balance between love and safe distance, and James was trying to just find himself. After they went their separate ways they both felt empty and alone, and just not quite whole. Sybil didn't want the marriage to end, but James did not know how to trust himself, so how could he manage to come to Sybil with even the smallest of details?
Sybil held on for as long as she could before she felt broken and forced out of the marriage that she had fought so hard to keep. She loved her life with James and the kids, she loved everything about it, but she couldn't follow him to those places that he went deep inside his mind, it is like he got lost and had no way out.
It was early morning and the sun shined through the blinds just enough to light up James's handsome face. Sybil rubbed her eyes groggily and peered out into the dimly lit room. It took her a moment to adjust to her surroundings; when she looked beside her she saw James, laying peacefully with one arm above his head, resting on the pillow, and the other flopped across the bed where Sybil had been laying. She was all too familiar with this position and slowly but surely started to remember the last few days. What stunned her more was the fact that she had made love to her ex-husband and was laying in his bed! A place she never wanted to leave, but never expected to be again.
As she gazed at him remembering the nights she found herself smiling and looking at him in that all too familiar way. She snuck out of the bed a slowly as possible, tip-toeing to the bathroom and gently shutting the door. She turned on the shower and stepped in to the warm water, letting the water straighten her light brown hair and rinsing away the light sent of sex that was on her body. She stood there for a moment breathing in the steam and letting the water hit her face. She reached for the shampoo only to find that hers was not there.
Of course it wasn't, this was not her house, so she opted for James' instead. She lathered her hair and was instantly brought back to a time when she used to stand in the shower with him and breathe in his sent. She rinsed the shampoo from her hair and turned around to reach for the body wash, her eyes only open a little, and was startled to find that James was in the shower with her. His hands were already lathered with soap and he began to wash her, something that he rarely did even when they were married. Thinking back on it now, Sybil could only remember the occasional back wash when she asked him to. She was the one that was subservient and washed him.
She stood there catching her breath as he began to quietly wash her, lathering her up and rubbing his hands all over her. He paid close attention to her neck, making sure to squeeze ever-so-gently knowing that would get a rise out of her, and it did. Her eyes rolled into her head as it fell backwards. From there he moved to her shoulders and then on to her breasts, a part of her body that has been ignored for quite some time. He rubbed and squeezed them gently making sure her nipples became nice a perky. Her nipples were small and delicate, so to get them hard took a bit of effort, but James loved to try and was satisfied when he had a positive result. He rubbed her and played there for a bit, making her moan and writhe beneath him. She cooed and called for him as he teased her. She felt at peace and was enjoying the long lost attention. It was so different from the day before, the day before was lust, this was passion and love.
