This is the last part of a four-part series. It should stand by itself, but will make more sense if read in the series. Thank you for waiting so long, and you're welcome to comment or vote!
Sunlight streamed into the room. Dust particles sparkled in the rays. In the dimness, the sunlit areas seemed to glow with light.
Under the covers, Lilith felt the heat. She pushed down the covers and let the sun caress her naked body. She stretched luxuriously, and felt the sun's warmth on her underarms, her breasts, her torso and legs.
She'd uncovered the heavy sleeping form of Asher. Asher was in the same position he'd started in: on his side, one arm out to cradle her. Exhausted by her sexual demands, he had fallen asleep so fast it had made her smile.
The sun felt good on her bare skin. It seemed to energise her. She sprang out of bed, stretched again and bent down to kiss Asher's shoulder. Now it's time for a shower, she thought.
Warm water streamed over Lilith's hair, down her breasts and back and over her legs. Idle thoughts drifted through her mind - she often had good ideas in the shower, especially when she wasn't trying. But Asher was all she could think about. Is this right? Where is this going? I love him, do I love him? The sex is fantastic, is that clouding my judgement? Silly question, of course it is. He loves me, does he love me? He's so gentle and caring - and unattached. Wow. Why? He's surely not gay, he knows exactly what to do with a woman, and so willingly...
This train of thought completely distracted her, as she retraced Asher's magical caresses. Across her nipples, down her front, down her thighs went her hands. Her breathing got heavier. Her fingers eased themselves into her pussy.
"My lover's in the bed, and I'm fondling myself in the shower. Hellooo. Not so clever now!"
She stepped out and started drying herself. I'm hungry too, she realised, and made for the kitchen. She found herself revelling in the feel of the air on her almost-dry skin, so she took the towel off and walked through naked. It felt good.
The fridge offered little except mandarin juice, bought on impulse at the supermarket. She found two glasses, poured some out and took a scoop of rice from the table. Dinner was still waiting to be tidied up; Lilith's experiments in oral sex - and the tigress - had driven housekeeping from their minds (oddly).
Her phone beeped excitedly. On Saturday morning?
"Hello sweetheart."
"Dad! I... are you... Everything okay?"
"Haven't got you up have I? Oh, it's all good here. You were going to ring on Friday. Something told me to pop in today but I supposed you would prefer a phone call."
Lilith gulped, then jumped. "Dad, something really really special has happened."
"Have you fallen in love?"
"Dad! How could you tell?"
"Something in your voice, the wisdom of age, a lucky guess?"
"Dad, is it love? It feels good all over. It's so wild and mixed up I don't know what it is. It kinda feels right, but it's taking over. I think I'm going mad."
"Sounds a lot like love, sweetheart. Love is crazy stuff, but I'm pleased it feels this good. Just you be careful. Sorry, it's your father talking here. Are you looking after yourself? And do I know the lucky man? Is it a man?"
"Dad! It is a man. It's Asher, do you remember him?"
"Asher? Your boss Asher??" They had shaken hands once. Seemed a decent type, if a bit vague.
"Yes that Asher. Please dad, listen. He's also a friend. We talk all the time. We laugh. We just go together. He needs me, he said he did."
"I'll bet he said that! Lilith, thank you for telling me up front. And, it's hard this far away, but I trust you. I trust you to take care of your feelings - and his. Oh yes, he's not the first to fall for you. You didn't know? Anyway, keep in touch. And I hope you're not making babies without some serious commitment to each other."
"DAD!! Oh thank you dad. You've shown me what a good man looks like. Give mum a kiss for me."
It was a quick call, but it seemed to settle her. Lots of questions now had answers. The morning kept getting better.
She stood at the bedroom door and surveyed Asher. His big feet (men have such big feet, mused Lilith), his firm hairy legs, rounded bottom, lean torso, messy hair. His fine features were completely relaxed. His face brought a cascade of memories - cheeky jokes with a raised eyebrow, his piano playing, his gratitude when an angry client called and she fixed everything up, his easygoing nature, his decency.
"Do I love you? Oh God I love you, Asher. I want you. I need you."
She crept over and gently rolled him onto his back. His downy hairs glistened in the sunlight. His cock paused on his thigh, then slipped down. Lilith smiled to herself. Breakfast time!
Gently again she picked up his cock and studied it in the morning light. It was so soft, with such thin skin and fine veins. Already it was starting to fill out as she handled it. She marvelled as it grew, as the head swelled up and turned pink. The fine skin stretched and it was there, ready for her. She kissed it. It tasted faintly of his semen, but the smooth skin invited touch. She licked and sucked it, feeling it twitch keenly. She licked into the hole in the top, around the edge of the head, across the fine cord underneath. A hand rested on her shoulder.
"Mmm, feels good. Any for me?"
"You mean like last night?" recalling how she gave back some of the come in her mouth. "Yours is on the table beside."