If anyone in our neighborhood didn’t know the American couple who have sex all the time, then they sure do now.
But Kris isn’t done. He knows my body better than I do, and one subtle shift of his hips has the pleasure building all over again. I go over the edge a second time before he unleashes himself, taking what he needs and driving into me so hard I think I’m going to have this memory burned into my mind.
When he comes, it’s familiar and different. Heat and the knowledge that we did something new. Together.
We come back to earth in pieces, slowly catching our breath, still connected. “Have I told you that I love you?” Kris asks.
“You have,” I say. “But I always like hearing it.”
His voice is still rough with sex. “I love you. And if I didn’t have to run a company, I would be dragging your ass inside to our bed for a repeat performance.”
I grin. “Well save your energy and don’t work too hard so that you can have a repeat performance when you get home.”
Kris groans and pulls out of me. I can tell he doesn’t want to leave, but there’s a little part of me that likes watching him struggle not to throw me over his shoulder like a cave man.
“You can be sure,” he says. “I’m not falling asleep tonight.”
“I hope not. I’ll be waiting. Already naked.”
“You’re not making this any easier.”
“I’m not trying to.”
He pulls me close one more time, dropping another kiss on my lips. “I love you. I’ll see you tonight.”
“I love you.”
I watch him disappear inside and faintly in the distance I hear the front door shut. A year ago, I didn’t know where I was meant to be. Now I’ve never been so sure.
Turning back to the view of Paris, I decide to finish my coffee before deciding on what adventure I’ll take today.
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