Sprawled on the ransacked bed, she’s painted red-gold by the setting sun. We’ve been fucking since check-in with all the lust and abandon we shared in college. Even lunch on the bacony ended in a fruit salad orgasm.
I touch her cheek. “So what’s this about, Clara? Why the sudden need? Why now?”
“Getting married,” she whispers, eyes closed.
“Oh…”
“This’ll be our last time, sweet Puss, but I’ll hold my love for you in my heart forever.”
“As will I.”
We hug and kiss, mixing our tongues and tears.
“Now where’s that silly strap-on of yours? It’s my turn!”
