Chapter 87

“Babe, you said a mouthful.”

“How about giving me a mouthful, big boy?” I said as I rose up, leaned over, and started to lick my way down his torso.

Later, I said, “Somehow I never get tired of making love with you. Do you think we’ll ever get tired of each other?”

“God, I hope not. Frankly, I don’t think that’s possible. Maybe in a couple of hundred years it might get boring, but certainly not before then.”

Finally, the fire began to die down and the room became a bit too cool for comfort, so we got up, closed the glass doors on the fire, and went up to bed.