Colin woke feeling warm and content. The soft scent of heather mingled with the musk of sex in his nostrils at the same time as he felt the warm, soft body beside him. The heather scent came from her hair, a strand of which trailed across his face. It took a moment longer to remember that the woman in his bed was his wife. Instead of evoking terror, the thought made him smile as he opened his eyes. Augusta was lying on her side, facing away from him, her plump arse pressed up against his hip.
Their second coupling last night had been fairly sedate. They'd woken, shared some champagne and a bit of the repast he'd prepared, then returned to bed, finding each other slowly in the dark. This morning, he was in the mood to play.