Page 93 of Sticky Fingers
Sonia laughs and straightens, then pretty much collapses on top of me, head resting on my shoulder and curling around my side.
“I think you’ll be fine for a few years yet.” Her hand strokes my chest and finger-combs my happy trail, circling my cock and traveling back up.
“I think you’ll be stuck with me for many years to come.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me down for a long, leisurely kiss.
When she pushes back, I let her roll me over, so she can lie on top of me again.
Her sweet breath lifts the hairs on my chest as she snuggles in closer.
“I don’t want to be without you. Ever. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Malcolm.” She lifts up her head and rests her chin on my chest, so we’re eye to eye. “And, listen…if I did steal that painting, it was because I didn’t have a man like you in my life. It was because I was missing something, and I tried to compensate by acting stupid. But now…now I have you.”
“Well…that makes two of us then.”
I squeeze her tighter to me, and she drops a kiss to my chest before laying her head back down.
She feels so good in my arms, almost as if she always belonged there.
I knew I accepted her—maybe even liked her more—because of her crazy, thieving past. But, in a way, I’m also relieved that she accepts me totally and unconditionally, and that we’re ready to shed our old skins and move forward together.
Squeezing her tighter, I thank God that she’s mine.
And that she’s here.
With that thought in my head, I drift off to sleep.
