I felt my hands being untied and looked up to see Foster standing over us, wet from his shower, and wearing a soft, happy smile on his handsome face.
“Thank f**k,” he whispered, not wanting to break the quiet beauty of the moment. “I didn’t think I could take much more of that.”
Thank f**k, I silently agreed, with every fiber of my being.
Max reached up to my other hand, fiddling with its ties until he released that one too and Foster walked around to the foot of the bed to undo my ankles.
When I was finally free, I wrapped my limbs tightly around Max, like a monkey, refusing to let him escape my needy clutches.
He smiled warmly underneath me and resumed kissing my face all over. He managed to roll us over onto our side, even though I was still clamped on to him like a barnacle.
Fost
