He wiggled his eyebrows and reached for my dress.
“Here you go.” As he passed it to me, he stooped to kiss my cheek. “You look beautiful when you’ve just come.”
He watched me for a few seconds until I smiled and then moved away. As I dressed and cleaned up I could see from the corner of my eye that he was tidying things into the bags and I was pretty sure I saw him wipe his face too, which made mine flame with embarrassment. Once I was finished, I turned back to see Sam straightening out the blanket.
“We’re not going?” I asked.
“Do you want to?” He paused, a hand on one corner of the blanket.
“God no, I just thought you were packing up.”
A beautiful smile broke out on his face and I could only bask in the warmth it brought.
“No, just making it more comfortable.” He dropped down onto the ground and patted the spot next to him on the blanket.
I did as asked and once I was sitting, he pulled me into his arms and dropped us back to looking up at the sky again.
“You okay?” he asked softly as he rubbed a hand up and down my bare arm.
Snuggling closer to him, I nodded. “Hmm, I’m very good, thank you.”
He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his other arm around me. “The sun is going to go behind the trees in a minute, you might start to feel cold.”
“I’ve got my jacket,” I replied with a yawn, my orgasm having taking a lot out of me.
“I think this is better.”
Sam’s chest was comfy and his arms around me made me feel warm and cosy and before I knew it my eyes were getting heavier and heavier. Just as I was about to fall into that wonderful place between relaxation and sleep, Sam’s chest started to move up and down as he started to laugh.
“What?” I asked, lifting my head on another yawn.
“You,” he replied, smoothing my messy hair back from my face. “Every time I give you an orgasm you fall asleep on me. I don’t know whether to be offended or feel like a King because I’m so damn good.”
I started to giggle. “I’m sorry, but it really isn’t anything to be offended by.”
“You sure?” he asked, looking down at me.
“Yep. It’s a great skill you have there.”
“That’s good.”
As we lay in silence a thought suddenly struck me.
“How come none of the food Frankie wanted was in the bag?” I asked, suddenly awake. “There were no cheese triangles or strawberry milk in either of those bags.”
I sat up and poked Sam in his hard chest.
“Frankie was never coming with us, was he?”
Sam grimaced and scratched his head.
“Sam, was he?”
“Nope,” he groaned. “It was our little plan for me to get you on a date.”
“You could have just asked me?” I rolled my eyes. “What sort of example is that to show your son?”
Because I was grinning, Sam did too and started to laugh. Soon I was joining in with him and it felt good, both of us laughing and smiling and enjoying being together.
