Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.

She heard him come in, the jangle of his keys and the thud of his laptop bag. “Babe?” he called.

“I’m in here,” she called and took another sip of her wine. She let the robe gape open, revealing a hint of cleavage.

His eyes widened seeing her tableaux. Then a sight line appeared between his eyes.

She knew he was trying to figure out if he had forgotten an anniversary or maybe her birthday. She smiled and poured him a glass of wine. “Why don’t you join me?” She purred at him.

He took off his tie, and slung his coat over the sofa. “What’s all this about?” He asked easing on to the floor next to her.

“Does there have to be a reason?” She asked.

He shrugged, “No, I guess not.”

She finished her own wine, and set her glass aside. She lay back on the rug, letting her robe fall open. He took her movement as an invitation, and ran his hand over her belly and down to the waistband of her panties.

“These are sexy,” he said running a finger over the lace.

She wiggled her hips at him. “I picked them out just for you.” She looked him over, now why don’t you get out of some of those clothes.

He hurried out of his clothes. Dropping his shirt to the floor and his pants followed right after. She propped herself on her elbows, watching as he stripped down to the skin. In the low light, the fire made his flesh almost glow.

“You look delicious,” she purred at him, her dark eyes shining.

“So do you,” he grinned at her, and knelt on the rub between her thighs. He reached down, and slipped his fingers under the sides of the lace panties. Sigli tilted her hips up, so he could slide the panties off of her.

He gazed down at her naked sex, “I love looking at you,” he murmured, lowering his head.

“I know” she gasped as his mouth found her mons. She felt his tongue lap over her outer lips, taunting her with its warm soft caress. She moaned and lifted her hips again, wanting more. She heard his deep inhalation.

“I love the scent of you,” he whispered, his breath teasing her. He finally lowered his head again, and his hair tickled her thighs as his tongue slid inside her. Sigli moaned and sighed. She let him devour her, his lips and tongue worshipping her.

She shivered as his tongue probed her clit, and she clamped her thighs tighter around his head. Sigli cried out in her native tongue, the sharp vowels and rolling Rs spilling from her lips as she neared her orgasm.

Jason drew back, his lips shiny with her wetness. “No, baby, say it in English.”

Sigli groaned in frustration. “More,” she demanded, and seeing his face shift to annoyance, she added a “Please honey. Your mouth makes me feel sooo good.”

He smiled, before lowering his head again.

Sigli was careful to keep her moans and cries strictly in English. When she came, she shuddered and gasped and once again fell into her own tongue. Jason could be annoyed all he wanted now that she had come.

He pouted at her, and she patted his hair. “Sorry, babe” she said, and shifted away from him.

“Where are you going?” he snapped at her.

“Oh, I’ll be right back. I just need to pee.” She scurried out of the room. Instead of heading to the bathroom, she walked quickly, but quietly to the foyer. She opened the coat closet.

She slipped her feet into her boots, and reverently took the coat from its hanger. Jason had taken it from her years ago, and hidden it away. Without it, she was trapped as a human.

Now, the rich white fur with its dark spots felt like heaven. It felt like home. She slipped into the coat, knowing that even after years, it would fit her perfectly. It clung to her every curve, and she buttoned it to her chin and belted it around her waist. Jason had kept her coat from her for the last time. She ran her fingers over the sealskin that sheathed her nude flesh.

Before she opened the front door, she hung the aubergine silk robe from the door knob with a note that read: this is the last skin of mine you will keep. She picked up her suitcase.

Sigli stepped out the front door, and even miles from the shore, she could once again smell the sea.

Inspired by my flash fiction story: As he slid his head between her thighs and his lips and tongue became a benediction. Time was distorted, distended as he worshipped. Neither knew if it was minutes or hours of worship. #vss365 #amwritingerotica – follow me on Twitter, @LasciviousLucy, for more of my flash fiction pieces.