And we did. It was already late in the morning when we stopped. The smell of s*x is in the air, but our stomachs are begging for attention. Without a choice, we leave the bed and check our food provisions.
Right after eating, I find myself pushing Charlie into the couch and kissing him again, planning to restart our lovemaking–as he calls it. Last night was amazing. But somehow, I feel guilty that I am too lost in my own pleasure that I forgot to give him the same sensations.
“Whoa, hold up,” Charlie says as I pamper him with kisses. I pull back. He’s under me and there’s a smile forming on his lips. “Are you familiar with me now?” he asks.
I nod and I give him small kisses on his neck. Charlie laughs at my insistence. I pull back again.
“Aren’t you sore from last night and earlier?
