Luke woke to the intoxicating perfume of the hyacinths blooming just outside the french doors and remembered the unusually warm weather and the magnificent day he and Sylvia had shared in the garden. Choruses of daffodils and tulips had cheered them on as they prepared the fertile earth for planting. Last night they had been so tired from the full day of work in the sun that it was all they could do to shower and fall into bed. Luke curled closer to Sylvia's warm, smooth back and the heady fragrance of the hyacinths mixed with smell of her hair, awakening him further.

He gently kissed her smooth neck and she stirred and snuggled tighter against him.

More kisses dimpled her skin with tiny bumps until she turned and pressed her warm body against his and found his lips in a long slow kiss. Luke savored their delicious embrace, rubbing the full length of his body against her smooth skin. Her breathing grew heavier as his kisses moved over her shoulders and down to her waiting breasts. She lifted them to his mouth with her hands and his tongue caressed the hardened nipples and the fullness of her bosom. His mouth moved slowly down her rounded belly to the moist place below. Sylvia's scent was intoxicating as he spread her vulva like a delicate pink blossom and gently traced the petals with his tongue. So soft and velvety smooth, her flesh seemed to melt under his mouth as he moved his tongue around the bud of her personal place and dipped into the nectar that flowed freely below. Sylvia moaned encouragement softly as he continued his intimate explorations, kissing and toying her until she trembled with every stroke. Spreading her legs further he moved his manhood to her ready opening. Her hips rose to meet his thrust and his hardness slid into her body almost without effort. Their rocked slowly at first and then their motions increased in speed and force until they moved almost as one to an electrifying orgasm.

A sharp crack of thunder woke Sylvia again from her sleep and she rose in bed to watch the tracings of lightning play across the sky as the first drops of rain fell in the garden. The storm also seemed to awaken an unsatisfied craving in her. She bent over and cupped Luke's balls in her hand and took his deflated manhood in her mouth. As her tongue swirled around the soft appendage she tasted the juices from their passion and smelled his musky, sweet odor. Slowly she felt his manhood swell in her mouth, growing larger and larger as she gently sucked to encourage the always surprising transformation. Working her tongue from the base up along the shaft to the shiny head and back, his manhood was soon pulsing and dancing under her touch.

Luke squirmed and raised his hips as he felt Sylvias warm mouth engulf his length head again. She began to suck gently, and Luke looked down into her eyes as she moved her head up and down around him, sometimes running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

He held back as long as he could while she sent glorious sensations through his entire body until his back arched and she drank his seed as is spurted down her throat. As she lay back, her hands went again to her tingling breasts and vulva. Luke moved down to bite her voluptuous hip while her fingers slid into her moist love.

He gently replaced his fingers with his own and continued to gently probe as she murmured encouragements. His mouth moved along her smooth skin and thick hair until his tongue parted her inner lips. Taking her personal place into his mouth he sucked and savored the feel, smell and taste of her. Sylvias murmurs became louder and faster and she bucked against Luke's mouth and fingers. Finally she came and shivered as waves of sensation flowed from her pelvis.

As the rain fell on the flowers outside, the two lovers nestled together and rested in their own garden of delights.