Malachi gently pulled Joanne's shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor.
Every time he saw her body, he beheld it with the same wonder as a shooting star.
Her slender, pale figure was soft and delicate. The subtle signs of age her body shows only add to her beauty. They paint a gorgeous tapestry of a woman who is as dignified as she is breathtaking.
The scent of soap wafts off her skin and curls into her husband's nose to entice him further.
Similarly, Joanne is gradually hypnotized by every button that comes undone on her husband's shirt.
When his chest is revealed, she stares at him just as hard as he is staring at her.
She gently runs her hands over his skin. Every subtle motion seems to send a new wave of euphoria through him.
The magenta light in his eyes becomes brighter.
Malachi abruptly pulls her closer and takes her breast into his mouth.
Her mouth hangs open breathlessly at the sudden and familiar pleasure.
