"Payback's delicious, isn't it?"
"God, you have no idea," she whimpers.
"Au contraire... if I give even half as good as I get from you, then I have a pretty good idea."
She turns her head and blesses me with a lopsided smile. I lever myself off her and curl up against her, my breasts pressed against hers and my head pillowed on her shoulder.
I can feel her gently teasing the very tip of a finger up and down my spine, and I shift happily against her. I love the way the soft curve of her hip presses into my belly. I love the feel of her ribs against mine; the goosebumps she develops when I exhale. I love the perfect pale teardrops of her breasts in the combination of dying day and flickering fire.
I love that I'm hers.
Gently, I lift my right thigh, and hook it and my leg over her left
