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…before…
“I was thinking.”
“Yes?”
“I was thinking that last time? We really didn’t kiss enough.”
“Ah, I was thinking the same thing,” he responds.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. We didn’t kiss enough. We need to work on that more tonight.”
“But then I was thinking that it was impossible that we didn’t kiss enough. We were in bed together last time for six solid hours. How could we possibly have kissed any more?”
“That’s why tonight we’re going to be in bed together for seven solid hours.”
“Oh! That works.”
…during…
We’ve not moved from the place we landed after coming. I’m so blissed-out that each breath escapes as a soft moan.
“You sound like a cat purring,” he tells me. “Or a pigeon cooing.”
My brain has lost the ability to form words. I can do no more than continue to make contented sounds.
“I’m looking forward to falling asleep with you when we can manage an overnight. That sound will put me right out.”
There’s a long pause before I can collect my thoughts enough to say, “You’d stay inside me to fall asleep, just like this?” I squeeze a certain set of well-exercised muscles to show him what I mean.
Now he has to pause before answering. “You’d wake me up if you did that.”
“Would that be a problem?”
“Not at all. Not as long as you didn’t mind me doing this.” He begins moving in me again, very slowly, and then once again we’re off.
…after…
“Will you be able to meet me at the same time next week?” I ask him near the end of our time together, when we’re lying as close together as the laws of physics allow.
“Yes, I definitely think so.”
“Good. Will you be able to meet me at the same time every week…for the rest of my life?
“You’ll get bored of me long before then,” he assures me.
“No. No I won’t.”
He kisses the top of my head and tightens his left arm around me. “Honey, one day you’re going to need a man who can touch you here,” he runs his right fingers softly over my clit, “and here.” His fingers move to the general vicinity of my heart, drawing a tiny wet circle on my breast.
I say nothing, because of course he’s right. They’re not tears inspired by deep-throating this time, but once again my eyes fill up again.
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