Lunch

We laugh as the clouds circle the clear sky above us. His laugh echoes and vibrates through me, my head rest on his chest, his feet stretched out as we soak up the suns warmth. The speakers from the house reaching us in the yard, and his hands play in my hair. I feel whole, complete in the way he surrounds me. 

My fingers creep along his thigh, tenderly seducing him, enticing him, he moans spreading his legs wider. His voice is saying words my ears fail to clearly hear, only the lowering of his pitch register. He becomes breathy as my mouth takes the tastes it craves. 

No longer is his hands relaxed and playing in my hair, they now grip and hold my head down. I feel him slide past my throat opening, my lips kiss down on his groin. With his strength holding me down I can only swallow as his seed fills my stomach.