Calais slowly gets off me and helps me stand up. I am shaky and limp like a doll. Our lovemaking is becoming more intense the more we drown in each other's embrace. Worse, we do it everywhere he wants and feels the need.
"Can you still stand?" he asks, looking at the way I am unsteady on my feet.
"It's your fault..." I say. It is supposed to be an admonishment, but it comes out like a breathless whisper.
He chuckles. "Should we postpone our picnic and move to the bedroom instead?" he asks.
I look around. We are in his study room. But just an hour of being alone inside and we are already kissing. Soon, we are making love as if no one else will hear our moans outside of the room.
Calais pulls me closer to him and wraps me in a tight embrace. "You know, I never want to let you go," he says softly.
I smile and snuggle against his chest. "Neither do I," I reply.
