And I flow with the mood. Michael sweeps her long, lovely hair from her face, back behind her, leaving him free to nip with his teeth at the soft curve of her neck while I meet her mouth, tasting her….
And all the while I ponder how joy and love overlap and flow into emotional love….
…. Sensuality….
…. s****l love….
And how the body and mind, heart and spirit meet….
…. The Three of Us….
Her eyes are glassy as the gems they resemble, her arousal palpable. Her musky perfume swirls up as she moves, and her skin is sheening.
There’s a movement around waist level; Michael sliding down her skirt, stepping her out of it along with her panties, then folding both neatly, lying them to one side before returning to his place behind her, his hands resting either side of the contour of her waist
