How much time had he had her? He forgot the count. When he looked at her in a half sleeping state hugging his body, he felt bliss. Her face was covered with sweat and her hair were scattered all around yet she had never looked sexier to him.
Her smeared lipstick showed how passionate they were. He opened the curtain to see that it was already noon.
He looked at the mess he had made down there and tried to stand up to at least show the courtesy of cleaning her when she frowned and held him tighter in her arms.
"You need a cleaning down there. Then I would be back." he whispered when she frowned but did not open her eyes.
It took her a few seconds to understand what he was talking about and snapped her fingers.
"Tada! Now sleep!" she pulled him again closer to her with no intention of letting go.
He blinked. Not only had the mess been cleaned but the layer of sweat and the smeared make up had been gone too.
