She had gone downstairs and put dinner in the oven ready to be heated up, but time was moving strangely and she felt like she was floating through the process and she certainly didn’t really feel much hunger. She wanted to get out from under him and go and take a shower. The pretense was gone for her, and she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she found herself not able to articulate any thoughts beyond need to release and needing him on her. She watched her hands rise and fall as he breathed, and she began to allow herself to lightly caress him across his stomach. The comfort of his body resting upon her felt so natural and he allowed himself to wallow in the familiarity of her scent, one that he had known since the first day that he was born.
