Enchanted By Her Flesh
Her faint sigh seemed to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed
against him, he felt Julie shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand
closer to her shirt, jostling his fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of his
next move, when a warm, sticky mass pressed against the webbing of his thumb.
Julie’s tongue slid agonizingly slowly over his knuckle and between his
first two fingers.
He resumed his inspection of the flannel of her shirt, confirming his
identification. He listened closely to Sara’s breath, feeling along his left
side for wakefullness. She slept heavily, as ever, something they had joked
about. He knew it would take a fire alarm to stir her before the morning light.