It had been such a long time, and there were so many unknowns. His discovery in her browser was certainly a step in the right direction, but still it was hard to know how to let her know that he wanted nothing more than her, and her alone. The last gin-fuelled fumble still weighed heavy on his mind and he knew that trust was an issue. Unsure of where to begin and lacking the confidence to start a difficult conversation, he sat down at the keyboard and began to type. Perhaps at some point his fiction may become a reality.
Lying on the sofa with the soft, brown blanket covering her legs, she smiled as he returned from his weekly football game, "Hi darling, how did it go?" she asked.
"Great," he replied, "it was a fast game and a good workout this week."
Despite him having showered, the gentle musk of his body filled her as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. "All quiet this evening?" he asked.
"For now," she replied.
He noticed a small flicker in her eye, some minute sign that more was going on than he could see.
"I need a hug," she exclaimed, pouted lip extended to almost Francophone proportions.
He obliged, feeling her warm arms wrap around him, hands tousling the neckline of his hair. As he pulled back, she guided his lips to hers with a gentle pressure on the back of his neck. They touched. Gently at first, the light intimate kisses that they had shared less frequently recently, yet her grip didn't loosen as usual. Slowly the passion built as he breathed her beautiful scent deeply, the pace of the kiss growing. Her fingers gently caressed his neck, ear and then shoulder. The passion building with each breath. Her tongue chased gently into his mouth, coaxing more back from him in return. He took her firmly behind her head, pulling her into him, drinking from the kiss like a man returning from the desert. She gentle pushed on his shoulder and he pulled back.
"Wow," he exhaled.
She smiled naughtily and pulled back the blanket, revealing her curvy naked body, nipples erect at the centre of bright pink areolas capping beautiful round white breasts, iridescent against the purple of her open shirt. She was a breath-taking sight, he felt his penis swelling in his trousers, responding to his longing and this unexpected sexual reawakening.
"What do you want?" he queried, still wary that his need to be inside her was not guaranteed.
"I want you inside me," she replied, "but not yet. First you're going to have to work for it."
She lifted her knees and revealed the soft pink flesh of her pussy, a delicate mound, light coloured hair and a glisten of wetness gathering on the outside. He knew what she wanted first and knelt down in front of her. Working his way from her toes, he gently kissed every millimetre of skin, savouring the softness of her milky calves. As he reached her knee, the perfect scent of her sent his manhood into a frenzy, throbbing wildly, threatening to burst from his trousers at any moment. Upward he travelled, still kissing, caressing, enjoying every second as if suddenly released from a life sentence.