Good girl

 

It had been almost three weeks since India had moved in with me, three weeks of laughs and conversation and fucking, oh yes, plenty of fucking. India cooked, far better than I and so while she stood in the kitchen working her magic with the spices I sat back and talked, unable to pull my eyes away from her beautiful body and poured the wine.

Friday nights were always special, not just because everyone likes Friday nights but because India spent Wednesday to Friday working at the Manchester office, which meant I was missing her like the desert misses rain. By the time she turned up on my doorstep, tired and beat from the journey I just wanted to hold her like I hadnt seen her month, to drink her scent and making love was the only thing that would quench my thirst.

After a Gin and Tonic I led India to the bedroom, quietly closing the bedroom door behind us. India lay on the bed and I crawled up beside her running my hands gently over her body. I felt her breasts under her blouse the softness of her tummy, the shape of her hips and thighs. I shut my eyes for a moment as I pictured her naked, the shape of her sex, her perfectly smooth Vulva. I thought about the way her prominent Labia which seemed to burst from her like a flower welcoming the sun, folding outward as invitation.

I couldn't wait to get her clothes off, to bury my self in her smell, to taste her and watch her shake like a building in an earthquake as her orgasm rocked her body. I could never get enough of that. India was perfect to me.

I opened my eyes and kissed her, undoing the first button then the second, a smile spread across India's face as she shuffled hersef into a comfy position on the bed. " Our we going to make love " she whispered