Shopping in the Afternoon

It’s an initial shock before immersion, like diving into the sea. But then she feels his tongue and her back arches to press herself towards him and her head is buried in a cushion that she pushes away with one hand. Wool scratches her cheek. She feels his dark beard soft against her lips as he teases her out of her shell. His mouth doesn’t let her go and she feels every part of herself rising to him. She hears her breath loud in her ears and opens her eyes and sees the white ceiling against yellow walls. She arches her back further as she is licked and sucked into swelling, he moans slightly and pushes inside her with his fingers. They slide into her. And now, she is lost, his tongue on her and his fingers thrust inside her until she hears a sound from herself and her body wants to fold itself over. And the release and clench of it is so fast and it washes all else away and she wants to smile or cry as the waves continue to come and he keeps his mouth on her. And she almost wants him to take it away but she’d hate him to.