Give Take
She knew what Orlando wanted. He had watched her feed their three month old son and she had seen the look on his face. His mouth had been open, just enough for her to see his tongue come out and circle his lips in want and need. Maybe he didn’t think she had seen, but she had, and tonight she was going to give him what he wanted. She had been sitting in the living room, her back against dark blue pillows on the circular, pale blue sofa. She wore a midnight blue silk Chinese robe with flying...