Finally, he comes around to my problems and hastily pulls out of me. Spluttering and choking, eyes streaming, I swallow what I can, and cough out the rest.
“Are you alright Charlotte? I´m sorry, I wasn´t thinking."
“I´m fine. I´m fine," I reassure him. “It´s okay. Don´t worry."
He sits beside me on the bed while I clear my airways again, stroking my head and curling my hair around his fingers. When I am breathing normally again, Michael sits on the other side of me, laying a companionable arm around my shoulder.
“Thanks for that Charlotte. It felt great."
“You´re welcome."
“Feel up to the rest of it now?"
“The rest of it? You´ve only just..."
He laughs. “Well, I just shot my brains out inside you. James here did pretty much the same to your brains, but you haven´t had your turn yet
