“It starts now,” he told me.
I moved with him, I wasn’t real y focusing on what he was saying, mainly because it was building again and I could feel it coming.
“What starts now?” I asked.
“You and me.”
He moved faster, pressed harder, went deeper.
Good God.
“What?” I asked dazedly.
“You and me,” he said again.
“Whisky,” I breathed, “I’m not keeping up with you.” I was keeping up with him, but not in the way I was talking about. I held on to him and tilted my h*ps and he went even deeper.
“God, you feel good,” I said.
“Sunshine, try and pay attention,” he replied, sounding amused and I blinked at him.
He was stil moving and I was getting closer al the time.
“Are you crazy?” I asked, not real y caring if he was.
“Starting now, there’s a you and me.”
My arms tightened involuntarily and other parts of me tightened involuntarily too.
Hank’s eyes went lazy.
“Now, that felt good,” he muttered.
“Hank –”
He slid in deep.
“Be quiet.”
“Hank!”
His mouth met mine.
“Quiet,” he said.
Then he kissed me, he moved, I moved, pretty soon I said his name again (in a moan again) but mainly because he final y let me come.
And it was glorious.
Chapter Seven
The End
After we finished Hank moved away, pul ed off his jeans, positioned me into the bed with the covers over me, slid in beside me and turned out the light.
He lay on his back and rol ed me into his side.
Throughout al of this, I was silent and compliant, mainly because I was trying to decide how many types of fool I was.