Vanessa
Am I spoiled?
Within a few months, I've grown accustomed to the sun rising simultaneously with Brent inside me, making love to me.
This is our last morning in Carpinteria. It's a nice place, from what I see of it.
The bed moves.
I wrap my legs around Brent's waist and my hands on his arms, holding onto him. For a moment, I hold my breath and shudder.
He's over me, his thrusts becoming faster and faster. Then, finally, he hoarsely says, "Oh yeah, Vanessa."
Brent and I gaze at each other.
His sweat drips onto me.
Slowly, Brent dips his head and kisses me.
I deepen the kiss, keeping my legs wrapped around him. I'm not ready to return to my childlike life and grown-up duties.
Brent pushes my legs from his waist and rests on his side.
I watch him in the ceiling mirror, snuggle close to me. His face tickles my neck. I swallow hard because tears threaten to flow.
Brently lightly snores.