Page 22 of The River in Spring
“I’m going to shower then we can have dinner in bed. In fact, start without me. I know you’re hungry.”
He moves out of the bathroom, toward the bed.
“I can wait,” I call, taking the towel off my head and using it to dry my hair.
He returns empty-handed, drops his briefs and takes my robe off.
“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
We fall into a kiss that sparks a vision of round two. I feel his cock poke my belly.
“Uh oh. I better get in the shower before I take you right here.”
He leaves me with a suck of each nipple, a slap on my ass, and a smile on both our faces.
Ten minutes later, we are eating cherry pie in bed. I wipe the crumbs off his pouty bottom lip. That mouth I have already become addicted to admiring never disappoints. If he knew how often just the look of him thrills me, he might be concerned. I’m not entirely sure he wouldn’t run from the crazed woman consumed with passion. Here’s the thing though. It’s not just the physical kind. There’s emotional desire and fulfillment that reaches for higher ground. But I could be alone in that conclusion. So I’ll keep it to myself.
“Does Maudie ever sleep with you?”
“No. But sometimes I sleep with her.”
“Explain.”
“Right from the start she preferred her own bed. Downstairs, in front of the big window in the family room. Originally, I put it up here, but she couldn’t see out the window. I’d find her downstairs every morning.”
“That’s so cool. That she wants to look outside.”
“You don’t know the real Maudie. In her prime she was active and so smart. Independent. She’d take a run at the field and it was really a joy to watch. She’s a hound, so the outdoors is where she’s in her element.”
“Tell me about sleeping with her.”
“When she’s had a particularly bad day I sleep downstairs on the couch. That way I can help if she needs me.”
“Well then let’s sleep downstairs tonight. She needs us, right?”
“You’d be willing to do that?”
“Of course. It will be like a slumber party. Just the three of us.”
I see his eyes glisten. He reaches out and touches my leg. Then just as quickly changes the subject.
“Have you had enough to eat? I have more pie. And I have ice cream. Vanilla.”
I press my lips to his as answer. As far as I can see, this reality I have just been introduced to is a kind of heaven. Sharing ourselves in a deep, meaningful way. It’s not just the sex that translates into satisfaction. It’s getting to know the other person. What wounds them along with what pleases. The smile that appears on his face matches mine.
“Let me get rid of this,” he says, picking up the tray and carrying it to the small round table across the room.
“This bedroom is really big,” I add, looking around. “And the bathroom! I’ve never seen such a great space. You’d laugh if you saw mine.”
A sly smile appears on Nobel’s face as he rejoins me. Scooting against the headboard, he threads his fingers behind his head and stares.
“What?” I say.
“Don’t pretend you’ve never been here.” He smirks.
Uh oh. When caught deny. Deny. DENY.
“What do you mean?”
