He inhaled the scent of violets, and it aroused him in an instant, bringing him fully awake as he remembered the passionate lovemaking of a short time ago. His arms tightened around her and he pressed closer to her, his chest against the soft, smooth skin of her back. He nuzzled her neck, kissed her bare shoulder. "Hmm?""It's dinnertime." Viola stirred in his hold. "I'm hungry.""So am I," he said with feeling, trailing one hand along her naked hip.She began to laugh and pushed his hand away. "For food. I want my dinner.""Can't we frolic first?" He spread one hand across her tummy, cupped her breast with the other. "Then have food?""Frolic requires sustenance," she pointed out, but even as she said it, she began to yield, arching her body against his, her hips pressing his groin.Gently, he nipped her shoulder and toyed with her breast. He brushed his fingers along her tummy, feeling her muscles quiver at the light touch. "Still ticklish, I see.""John!" She wriggled in his hold, laughing.He slid his hand between her legs.
