Page 64 of The Lucky Escape

‘I mean. Where do you stand on … it all?’ He gestured to his own naked form and then my own. ‘Now?’

‘We’re two people who know what the other one tastes like,’ I sniggered.

‘You’re a poet,’ he replied, amused.

‘And,’ I said, trying to find the words that wouldn’t scare either of us, ‘we can just … see … where it goes?’

‘Cool as a cucumber,’ he noted.

‘I could ask you to drink my blood under a full moon and commit to me until the second coming of Jesus, but I don’t think either of us is in the market for that, are we?’

‘Those are the options?’

I shrugged. The sex had been incredible. Amazing. I hoped we could do it again, and again.

‘Alexander couldn’t make me come,’ I said. ‘I don’t know why I want you to know that, but …’

‘Wait, really? Or are you messing with me?’

I pulled a face that I hoped conveyed that I was serious as serious can be.

‘Really?’ he continued. ‘Did he know that?’

‘I’m not proud to admit that I faked it once or twice, just to … I don’t know. Keep him happy? But yeah, I think he knew. And I don’t think he cared. It was all very … needs must.’

‘What just happened when my head was between your legs – was that faked?’ He looked so upset when he asked it was impossible not to let out a giggle. It made his face fall even further.

‘Wow,’ he said, and immediately I had to counter with,‘Patrick! I’m laughing because that was absolutely not faked. You had me writhing around …’

‘You do writhe,’ he said. ‘I wanted to hold a hand over your stomach and pin you down.’

I wriggled out from under his arm and lifted a leg to straddle him.

‘Nobody can fake writhing like that,’ I said, lowering my voice and leaning in to kiss him. ‘That was my point. You are …’ I kissed him again ‘… a very gifted …’ another kiss ‘… lover.’

‘Is that so?’ he asked, relaxing into my offering.

‘Uh-huh.’

I could feel him growing harder. He suddenly lifted me up and flipped me over onto my back, holding my hands above my head.

‘Let’s see if we can’t go in for orgasm number two …’ he growled, and I squealed in glee.

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‘Good morning,’ his voice softly echoed as he nuzzled into my neck from behind.

I rolled over, pressing my naked body against him. Mindful of my morning breath I situated my head towards his shoulder and kissed the spot between his neck and collarbone lightly.

‘Good morning, Patrick,’ I said, not even opening my eyes.

We lay, his hand dancing across the small of my back and down between my legs. When I let out a little giggle he took it as an invitation to stay there, and before I knew it …

‘Orgasm number three,’ he said, as I rolled off of him sweaty and satisfied.

‘Do you remember those mugs printed with World’s Greatest Dad?’ I said.

‘Uh-oh,’ he replied. ‘Is this about to descend into some Daddy Issues stuff?’

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