She lay back, naked, sated, perspiring.
“Good?” he asked.
“You heard me explode?” she asked.
He laughed, “Like a bomb.”
“Just before you roared like a bull.”
“What part you like best?”
“Everything.”
“Choose one moment.”
“Tongue on clit.”
“We’re good together. About our agreement.”
“Once a fortnight. Sex and away. Yes?”
“For six months now. Fancy making it more frequent?”
“Once a week?” Her breath quickening.
He hesitated, “Maybe more frequent than that.”
Silence.
Such new ground for Mr. Loverman, “I was thinking, maybe,” Pause, “permanent?”
Teasingly, she waited, heart pounding, while inside she screamed her triumphant,. “Gotcha!”
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