Love in Autumn

Jeanne walked home with Terrence.

It was the first time they had been together since they had taken care of Bibi. They took care of Bibi a lot for Eliza, and she loved it because she was her aunt. Jeanne could be with her–and return her. But it meant that there was time that she could not be with Terrence alone and enjoy what they had the way her sister was enjoying her time with the men she was with.

She had fought with Eliza over Terrence because he was Eliza’s first. But then they fell in love, and Eliza was not happy about it but now it was understood that he was hers and that they would be together. They were established. Jeanne enjoyed the weight of the ring that he put on her finger when he proposed to her. When they walked to their apartment, it was dark, but the autumn leaves were still bright with their autumnal gold color.

As soon as they walked in, she kissed him. Terrence kissed her with equal passion, his hands on her waist and slipping under her blouse. Jeanne placed her hands on his to stop him.

“I want you,” she said as he kissed her throat. “As slow as possible. I do not want to rush a thing. Let me.”

She stood back and unbuttoned her blouse very slowly. His gaze on her fingers was like fire, and she unbuttoned even slower because she did not want to rush anything as she had said. When she was done unbuttoning, she folded her shirt neatly and placed it on a chair. Slowly reaching behind her, she slid down the zipper and tugged gently to pull her skirt down over her hips. She stood in a very lacy bralette and full coverage lacy panties because she did not care if she had a pantyline or not. Terrence started to unbutton his shirt, and she walked over to him slow as syrup and put her hands over his. 

“Slowly, as slow as you can.”

The entire night was like that. They moved like syrup and made love like they were drizzled in it. The softness of his kisses burned all over her, and Jeanne felt like Eliza had a genuine love experience with two men, as had one with just one man.

It was just as fine.

In the morning, golden leaves were pressed to the windowpane the way she was pressed to Terrence.

Autumn so beautiful.

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