Please, Shut Up
“I think…mmm… I think Celia is on to us.” Reyona said amidst moans that night.
They were in the sunroom where the shimmering-low-toned dripping chandeliers had nothing on the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the garbled, glass roof panels.
The fluidity of soothing light as it penetrated through the roof-to-floor glass walls reminded her of how he had joined her in the swimming pool the night before and turned her into the wanton woman she had never thought she could possibly be.
She discovered more about herself every time she was with him.
She had thought she was conservative when it came to sex until she realised that was because she had never been with him.
Their first time had been mind-blowing as he had unravelled all the defence she had put up that night.