Chapter 43

“Yessiree, sure do.”

As I lay enjoying the stimulation and relishing the fact we didn’t have to stop as it was Sunday morning, I felt him adjust himself, asking silent permission to enter my private space. I raised my leg slightly to grant him entry. He was a little light on natural lubricant, but the pain wasn’t so bad I couldn’t endure it for the brief time it took him to remedy that situation.

This was heaven. He slowly manipulated me in cadence with his gentle thrusts. There was no rush, no straining to reach orgasm, just a gentle persistent rhythm of love. All the while I clutched the thong to my face with one hand while stroking his masculine forearm with the other. Then with the same leisurely pace, we reached and crossed the peak within moments of one another.

We dozed for about a half hour. I woke and looked at the thong I still held in my hand. The insignia on the side was a black circle bisected by a feather.

“What does this stand for?” I asked him.