“We have time. Let me do it to you. We’ve never done it like this. I want to do it every way we can.”
She changed her position. He looked up at the gold cross swinging from her throat and her hair on her shoulders.
“Am I good like this?” she said.
“It’s fine.”
“I want to always make it good for you.”
“You’re nice inside,” he said.
“You’re being bad.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I want you to be bad. I want you to say bad things.”
“I like your thighs,” he said.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Very much?” she said.
“I love your thighs.”
“Now you are treating me bad.”
“I do love you.”
He pulled her down on him and felt the softness of her breasts against him and rubbed his hands over her back and down the insides of her legs. She propped herself on her arms again and smiled down at him, and he looked at the whiteness of her breasts and the curve of her neck and her dark Creole eyes and then he held her very tightly and he felt his loins grow warm and then hot and everything went out and away from him. She leaned down and kissed him and then lay beside him and put her arm across his chest. He felt empty and cool inside, breathing her perfume and the smell of her hair, and he didn’t want to move or get up or even talk.
“We’ll have to get dressed, darling,” she said later. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s go to a hotel.”
“It’s too late. You have to work tomorrow.”
“Lock your roommate out,” he said.
“You’re unkind.”
“Your roommate is unkind.”
“We’ll go to a hotel tomorrow evening and stay together all night.”
“Do you promise?” he said.
“We can get some good wine and you can drink and I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re my wonderful lady.”
“I’ll always be your lady.”
They dressed and she made up the bed and combed her hair. She took the two glasses and the wine bottle into the dining room and put them on the table.
“Good night,” he said.