Blue Eyes, Sweet Surrender

What would you like for your birthday this year, Sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the plush velvet of the chaise lounge where she lay languidly draped. Sunlight streamed through the sheer linen curtains, painting stripes across her exposed skin, highlighting the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.

“I already have everything I need,” she answered him sweetly, her eyes half-closed, a subtle smile playing on her lips. She shifted slightly, adjusting the silk scarf that wrapped around her neck, a playful gesture designed to tease and tantalize. “But perhaps a little attention wouldn’t go amiss.”

He smiled, a slow, deliberate expression that sent shivers down her spine. His hands reached for her soft cheeks, gently turning her face directly into his. The warmth of his touch was intoxicating, a primal invitation that ignited a fire within her. “Hon – that wasn’t my question… and you know it!” And he barely got that out before nearly drowning yet again in her pretty blue eyes, a dark pool of desire that promised untold pleasures.

“I—I have you,” she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “That’s all – all I—”

He stopped her words with a kiss, a deep, insistent exploration that stole her breath away. He adored her sweetness, and it was only times like these where it gave him some amount of exasperation… but only momentarily. Had her words been contrived or said for show, it would have been different, but knowing they came from the heart made her all the more endearing to him. “Now Hon…” he persisted, his voice husky with longing, “maybe I could make you supper or –”

“Or maybe not!” she laughed, a bright, unrestrained sound that filled the room. Oh yeah. She remembered what happened the previous time, and there was still an ugly stain on her pristine countertop to prove it. She’d always been good in the kitchen, but that stain had defeated even her. He’d felt bad about it, too, but she cheered him up by saying it helped her think of him whenever she looked at it.

He chuckled against her cheek. “Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment, her gaze drifting towards the sun-drenched window. “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.” It didn’t seem right to him that her requests never seemed to require effort or cost. If anything, they were always something that were giving in return.

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along. And a book. I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested, his voice laced with concern, “you could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, a playful, teasing gesture that left him breathless. “So could you. Maybe…” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“No crumpets,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe sun tan lotion. You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Okay then. It was a plan. He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day. Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others. She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond. It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond. Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed. He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon. Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all! For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker. Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface. Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs. Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies. Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full. But no crumpets. He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape. He’d insisted that she stay away while he was working, so it would be a better surprise. He loved it when she was excited about something. She was practically giddy when she climbed into bed beside him the night before.

“Thanks so much, Hon!” she smiled. Her smile always warmed him to his toes, as did the intensity of her kiss. Her hand ran playfully over his chest and down over his flat stomach… and then lower. She looked at him mischievously. “Is he ever… ‘not’ this way?” she inquired.

“Not when you’re around,” he remarked, his voice a low murmur against her ear. Well then… maybe the day wasn’t all that much hard work after all. He felt a surge of anticipation, a primal hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction. He’d always been a man of simple pleasures, and the prospect of spending an entire day lost in her embrace was intoxicating.

“Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment, her eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.”

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along. And a book. I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested, his voice laced with concern, “you could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, a playful, teasing gesture that left him breathless. “So could you. Maybe…” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“No crumpets,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe sun tan lotion. You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Okay then. It was a plan. He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day. Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others. She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond. It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond. Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed. He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon. Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all! For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker. Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface. Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs. Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies. Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full. But no crumpets. He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape. He’d insisted that she stay away while he was working, so it would be a better surprise. He loved it when she was excited about something. She was practically giddy when she climbed into bed beside him the night before.

“Thanks so much, Hon!” she smiled. Her smile always warmed him to his toes, as did the intensity of her kiss. Her hand ran playfully over his chest and down over his flat stomach… and then lower. She looked at him mischievously. “Is he ever… ‘not’ this way?” she inquired.

“Not when you’re around,” he remarked, his voice a low murmur against her ear. Well then… maybe the day wasn’t all that much hard work after all. He felt a surge of anticipation, a primal hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction. He’d always been a man of simple pleasures, and the prospect of spending an entire day lost in her embrace was intoxicating.

“Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment, her eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.”

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along. And a book. I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested, his voice laced with concern, “you could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, a playful, teasing gesture that left him breathless. “So could you. Maybe…” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“No crumpets,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe sun tan lotion. You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Okay then. It was a plan. He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day. Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others. She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond. It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond. Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed. He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon. Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all! For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker. Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface. Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs. Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies. Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full. But no crumpets. He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape. He’d insisted that she stay away while he was working, so it would be a better surprise. He loved it when she was excited about something. She was practically giddy when she climbed into bed beside him the night before.

“Thanks so much, Hon!” she smiled. Her smile always warmed him to his toes, as did the intensity of her kiss. Her hand ran playfully over his chest and down over his flat stomach… and then lower. She looked at him mischievously. “Is he ever… ‘not’ this way?” she inquired.

“Not when you’re around,” he remarked, his voice a low murmur against her ear. Well then… maybe the day wasn’t all that much hard work after all. He felt a surge of anticipation, a primal hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction. He’d always been a man of simple pleasures, and the prospect of spending an entire day lost in her embrace was intoxicating.

“Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment, her eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.”

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along. And a book. I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested, his voice laced with concern, “you could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, a playful, teasing gesture that left him breathless. “So could you. Maybe…” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“No crumpets,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe sun tan lotion. You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Okay then. It was a plan. He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day. Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others. She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond. It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond. Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed. He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon. Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all! For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker. Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface. Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs. Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies. Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full. But no crumpets. He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape. He’d insisted that she stay away while he was working, so it would be a better surprise. He loved it when she was excited about something. She was practically giddy when she climbed into bed beside him the night before.

“Thanks so much, Hon!” she smiled. Her smile always warmed him to his toes, as did the intensity of her kiss. Her hand ran playfully over his chest and down over his flat stomach… and then lower. She looked at him mischievously. “Is he ever… ‘not’ this way?” she inquired.

“Not when you’re around,” he remarked, his voice a low murmur against her ear. Well then… maybe the day wasn’t all that much hard work after all. He felt a surge of anticipation, a primal hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction. He’d always been a man of simple pleasures, and the prospect of spending an entire day lost in her embrace was intoxicating.

“Okay then – if you don’t want me to repeat that fiasco, you’re going to have to give me some ideas here!”

She thought for a moment, her eyes gleaming with playful challenge. “Maybe just a day to be lazy in a lawn chair by the pond.”

“Just by yourself?”

“Oh, maybe Marie could come along. And a book. I’ve got tons of books I haven’t gotten to yet, things are so busy around here.”

“But Hon,” he protested, his voice laced with concern, “you could do this any day every day you chose.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, a playful, teasing gesture that left him breathless. “So could you. Maybe…” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe you could bring us tea at regular intervals.”

“And crumpets?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“No crumpets,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe sun tan lotion. You wouldn’t want us to get all burned up in the sun now, would you?”

“No, I suppose not,” he chuckled, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers. Okay then. It was a plan. He notified his bubbly cousin, and they made arrangements for the day. Marie thought she’d invite several of her girlfriends along, Julie, Kate, Melissa, and maybe a few others. She’d take care of the ‘girly’ invites, if he took care of the nasty job of cleaning up the pond. It took a day away from the farm office to get it done, but eventually the grass was nice and manicured around the pond. Aqua-shade was put into the pond to knock down the weeds, and the surrounding trees were trimmed. He was sweating like a horse in the hot afternoon. Maybe her request didn’t come without a ‘cost’ after all! For good measure he repaired the small boat dock, which needed a little TLC, though the boat they’d been using had long since headed for Davy Jones locker. Nobody knew how it had sunk, but it hadn’t since been retrieved to the surface. Borrowing Stan’s pickup truck, he loaded up Marie’s patio set and got it set up down at the pond along with a number of lawn chairs. Hopefully it would suffice for the ladies. Being only a hundred yards from the farm office, he hoped to be close enough to keep their tea cups full. But no crumpets. He wouldn’t be allowed to foul their stomachs with his horrible culinary aptitude.

She was definitely looking forward to it, having felt bad for how he looked after the long day of getting the pond in shape.

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