Michael
There’s a quick rap on the door and James sticks his head into the room. “Breakfast in bed?”
Still lying between her thighs, dripping with sweat and deep inside her, I gasp a breath, trying to recover the power of speech….
“Sounds good to me.”
He nods and retreats while I roll off and to one side but keep her in my embrace. “Just lie with me awhile,” I say, pulling a sheet over us both.
She looks at me, her eyes and smile soft, stroking my face. “My Golden Lover,” she whispers.
My heart hammers wildly….
…. Lover?
“You.… think of me as your Lover?”
She blinks. “Of course I do,” she says. “What else could I call you?”
“But…. James…?”
“What about him? You’re nothing alike. You want different things….”
And I lie beside her, drinking her in as her finger traces patterns on
