“Us? How so?”
“You know.” She waved a hand around and tickled my ribs. “Us. This. What we do together. The way you used the ice on me, for example. I’ll be sure to include that, although I’m not sure if I’ll ever recover from you popping that ice cube up the ol’ hoohaw.”
“You record our intimate details? Is that wise?” I asked, looking down at the top of her head. We were in my bed, having gone to my room after repeated interruptions in our attempt to engage in lovemaking, and, having completed said lovemaking (complete with a couple of very enlightening ice cubes), were now lying together, ourbodies tangled in that way that lovers have, and a towel underneath us to soak up the results of melted ice.
“Wise how? Or rather, how would itnotbe wise?”
“You said you intended on publishing your diary of the trip. I was considering doing the same, but I would not wish to expose you to improper attention via it.”
She rolled over to lie on top of me, her delicious breasts pressing into my chest in a way that instantly had me thinking about whether or not I could manage a second go-round. “Improper attention. Hee hee hee.”
I swatted her ass. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, and I appreciate your concern. As for my journal, I’m going to edit out all the naughty bits. That’ll be just for me... and you, if you’d like a copy.”
“Of course.” I slid my hands down her back to her plump ass. I loved that ass with all its curves and enticing softness. “Would you like me to do the same?”
“Let me read your journal, or write up our smutty bits? Because the answer to both is yes, please.”
“You are an odd woman,” I commented, smiling a little to let her know I meant it in a positive way.
“And you’re just noticing this?” She smiled and drew a pattern on my chest. My penis stirred, leaving me to think thoughts that a second round wasn’t as far-fetched as I might have considered. “I didn’t think I’d like erotic literature, as I prefer to think of our writings, but I have to admit that reading back to that lovely night, it really got my motor running.”
She wiggled against me in a way that definitely made me think I could perform miracles.
“If you keep moving like that, you’ll do more than get my motor running,” I said with a bit of masculine pride.
“Really?” She rolled off me and inspected my penis. “Holy cow, you’re right. I didn’t think men could do that more than once in an hour.”
“Most men can’t, I’m sure,” I said in an insufferably smug voice, but one I felt was fully allowable given the circumstances. “I, however, am a superior sort of man, one who is aroused only by a superior type of woman, and you are most definitely that woman.”
“Goodness,” she said, all admiration. She looked down to my penis, up to my face, and back down to it. “Do you need some help? I should help, shouldn’t I? This isn’t all your responsibility.”
“Your assistance is always welcome,” I said graciously.
“Right.” She got to her knees and seemed to have some trouble deciding what to do. “Should we do some role-playing? That would be exciting and different, wouldn’t it?”
“It would, but I’m not sure we need that—”
“Good! I’ve always wanted to try, and never had a boyfriend who was into it. Let’s see... what should we role-play?”
“How about you be a sexy American woman with the loveliest legs in the country, and I will be a visiting Englishman who loves the way your legs wrap around my hips?”
She batted away that suggestion. “Naw, that’s too realistic. What’s exotic and out of the ordinary? Pirates! You can be a pirate captain and I’ll be your buxom first mate.”
“No pirates,” I said quickly, shaking my head at her to emphasize the point. “My brother had a bad experience role-playing pirates.”
“Pooh. Well... King Henry VIII?”
“The one who ordered the deaths of many of his wives?”
She made a face. “Yeah, as soon as I said it I knew it was bad.Downton Abbey?”
“Never watched it.”
“Crap. I would suggest milkmaid and shepherd boy, but I have no idea what either does.”
“How about,” I said, rolling her over until my mouth was hovering over one of her round breasts, “we leave the role-playing for another time, and instead I kiss every inch of you?”
