18
Charlie
I finally roll off of Larkin’s sweaty body, landing with a whoomp on the bed. My heart is racing, I’m struggling to catch my breath, and sweat is pouring off me. The sun is coming up now, it’s beams landing on the evidence of what we’ve done.
Clothes scattered over the floor, half-empty wine glasses, the coverlet thrown off the bed completely.
I look over at Larkin, and she lets out a throaty laugh.
“Don’t even look at me!” she says, throwing her arm over her eyes. “Having s*x four times is plenty. I am literally out of stamina.”
I smirk. “But without that fourth time, we wouldn’t know that you could squirt.”
“Omigod, stop,” she says, sheepish. “You know, when I first met you, I thought that your silence was like a puzzle? Well, now I know that it was a gift.”
I chuckle,
