Page 75 of Being Lost

“Patsy?” I ask, when her eyes remain squeezed tightly shut. “Hey, babe,” I ask again, seeing a tear emerge.

“I just… Lost, that was… Lost?”

Letting my cock slide out, holding the condom to me, I lean forward so I can take her mouth. She reacts tiredly to my kiss. I’m no longer ravishing her lips, just caressing them in an outpouring of emotion caused by the act we both shared.

“Yeah, babe. That was…” I struggle to describe it myself, then think, darn, why do we have to? Why put a name to something so perfect? “I’m just going to deal with this.”

Patsy murmurs something unintelligible, which I interpret as agreement as I go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom and give my cock a quick rinse in the sink. Taking a washcloth, I wet it in warm water, then return to the bed. Patsy’s still lying just how I left her, limbs akimbo. When I gently wash the lube and her juices away, she sighs. Retracing my steps, I throw the used cloth in the laundry bin.

All the time, I’m thinking.

I don’t want her to leave and go back to her own room. I want to hold her in my arms all night. Kim hadn’t been a cuddler, but I am, and I’d hazard a guess that Patsy is too. I’m trying to frame the right words to say to convince her to spend the night, but when I get back into the bedroom, I have to smother my laughter.

Patsy’s turned onto her side with the comforter pulled over her. Her eyes are closed, and her gentle breathing suggests she’s already succumbed to sleep.

I don’t hesitate before sliding in behind her, pausing for just a moment then think,fuck it, and take the risk of moving closer to her, and draping my arm over her naked chest. She sighs with contentment and unconsciously presses back against me.

Perfect.There’s nothing better than the feeling of skin on skin, I muse, noting sleepily as we spoon, we fit as though we were made for each other.

Like any man after a momentous release, I’m sleepy as fuck. It doesn’t take long before I join her in slumber.

I sleep like the fucking dead. Snake doesn’t appear in my nightmares, in fact, I have no dreams at all. I’m dead to the world until I’m woken by a loud rap on my door, followed by a voice.

“You in there, Prez? We need you.”

“Yeah, Toke. I’ll be there in a sec.”

“What’s going on?” Patsy jerks awake, turning to me with wide eyes, as if rapidly trying to work out where she is, and what I’m doing there.

Before I answer, I lower my face, intent on kissing her.

She tries to move away, covering her mouth. “Morning breath.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” I tell her, my hand gripping her chin. “Give me those lips, babe.” She complies, and I partake. Sure, we could probably have done with brushing our teeth first, but I couldn’t resist. Long before I’ve had my fill of her, I pull away. “Gotta run, babe.”

“Lost,” she calls as I stand. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” She bites her lip, looking remorseful.

“Babe, don’t fuckin’ apologise. Best sleep I’ve ever had with you in my arms.”

She focuses on my morning wood, jutting out and fully erect. “You really got to go right now?” Then, having been so bold, she lowers her eyes.

I chuckle. “If I could stay, I would. But if Token’s got news for me, I need to hear it. You’re good to stay here, babe.”

“I might,” she counters. “Your bed is so comfortable.”

It should be. I spent a fortune on that mattress hoping it would banish my bad dreams. Seems all I needed was the company of one special woman to make it work for me. I make a decision on the spot.

“Move your stuff in here, babe.”

“What?” She pushes her bed hair out of her face, and sits up, hugging the comforter against her.

I shrug. “I want you in my bed, Patsy.” I told her she was mine, but I don’t think she believed it. “We’re not teenagers, babe. We don’t have to tiptoe around pretending this isn’t what it is. I want to go to sleep with you in my arms every night, after I’ve fucked you senseless that is.”

“Wow,” she states, breathily. “You say it how it is.”

Again my shoulders rise and fall, and my mouth curves up in a grin. “Up to you, babe. But I’ve said my bit.”

“I might be leaving…”

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