Be careful what you wish for - you just might get it #4
A continuing prompt by John Elliot
Knowing I was staying with Bree the whole night, making love made for a different experience than our first-time quickie. We took our time, each exploring the other’s body with tongues, fingertips, and soft lips, caressing, tasting, and rejoicing.
We kept fucking each other until midnight, unhindered by the need for post-orgasmic recovery, consuming each other until both of us were exhausted. I was amazed at how Bree kept going, as though some demon inside her needed to be sated before being slammed back into its prison cell.
At 2 a.m. or thereabouts, I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to fetch chilled water for both of us. After our extended, energetic lovemaking, rehydration was crucial to avoid a morning sluggish headache.
As I rounded the hallway corner, I saw shadows in our kitchen and panicked.
“Who’s there?”
“Sorry… sorry. It’s me.”
“Who the fuck is me?”