Stephan always seems so smug afterwards. She can feel the curve of his wry smile as he kisses the sweat from her skin. He chuckles softly to himself after he rolls off of her, or slides from under her, depending on their mood, and the sound of his voice makes her shiver.
Honoria's not sure why she agreed to this arrangement, this change in their partnership. Perhaps she got tired of his asking. Maybe she wanted to see if his boasts were true. Stephan hasn't seemed to mind. He's been patient with her, even before she knew how her own body worked.
She's always made him come to her. She thought this would give her some balance of power, but she was wrong. Honoria is the one who waits, staring through a book until he opens the door, that grin on his face.
He takes the book from her, laying it carefully on the nightstand. He takes off her glasses, placing them on top of the book. And then he kisses her, unlacing her nightgown as she grabs for his clothes. Honoria lets out a sigh as their bodies press against each other, as his calloused hands dance across her body, as he teases and touches and makes her cry out his name.
Stephan encourages her to try new things, to put her fertile mind to good use. Each moan that escapes his lips makes her feel accomplished, pushing her to experiment. Here she traces the hard lines of his muscles, there she flicks her tongue, and she can't help but smile at his excitement.
All too soon it ends. They lie spent on top of her covers, tired and sated. Some nights he stays, fitting her against the curve of his body in sleep. Other nights he leaves.
Honoria's not sure why she agreed to this arrangement, this change in their partnership. Perhaps she got tired of his asking. Maybe she wanted to see if his boasts were true. Stephan hasn't seemed to mind. He's been patient with her, even before she knew how her own body worked.
She's always made him come to her. She thought this would give her some balance of power, but she was wrong. Honoria is the one who waits, staring through a book until he opens the door, that grin on his face.
He takes the book from her, laying it carefully on the nightstand. He takes off her glasses, placing them on top of the book. And then he kisses her, unlacing her nightgown as she grabs for his clothes. Honoria lets out a sigh as their bodies press against each other, as his calloused hands dance across her body, as he teases and touches and makes her cry out his name.
Stephan encourages her to try new things, to put her fertile mind to good use. Each moan that escapes his lips makes her feel accomplished, pushing her to experiment. Here she traces the hard lines of his muscles, there she flicks her tongue, and she can't help but smile at his excitement.
All too soon it ends. They lie spent on top of her covers, tired and sated. Some nights he stays, fitting her against the curve of his body in sleep. Other nights he leaves.
And still other nights they start all over again.
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