JOHN GASPED FOR life as he lay on his back, every muscle in his body turned to pudding. She panted into his ear and he loved it, her body half on, half off of his. The heat was oppressive in his apartment, and their skin slid against each other without either of them moving. If John could have swallowed the moment whole, he would have. Everything was perfect. John had never known a perfect this perfect.

He shifted against her and his attention was drawn down to the basketball shorts and boxers that were still bunched around his knees.

He’d put her facedown and fucked her half-dressed. Jeez.

“I probably should have mentioned that I haven’t had sex in a long time and it was going to be, ah, vigorous. I’ll make it prettier next time,” he promised breathlessly, kicking his shorts and underwear off.

“That was plenty pretty, John,” she said, just as breathlessly. He reached down and peeled off the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can next to his bed. He jumped when he felt her touch between his legs.

“Can I?” she asked, lifting her head to look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat. “Sure.”

He was still half-hard, and it might not go down with her fingers dancing over him like that. She nudged his shaft to one side and then the other, obviously in a playful, curious mood.

Her fingers circled him; she pushed down and tugged back up. “You’re uncircumcised.”

He cleared his throat again. “Yeah.”

“Hot.”

“Yeah?”

He caught her eye and she blushed. “Totally. I can’t explain it. There’s just something more...animalistic about it. Ruder. I like it.” She was fully pink now, and John was delighted.

“Mary?”

“Hmm?”

“That was the hottest sex of my life. Seriously. Jesus. I mean, wow.”

She nuzzled into him, and she kept her hand between his legs, though she wasn’t playing anymore, just holding him, almost companionably. Not that one companion generally cuddled another companion’s dick, but still. It wasn’t explicitly sexual the way she held on to him. “Me too,” she whispered. “With a bullet.”

He tried to keep his proud masculine preening contained on the inside. “And on a Thursday morning before work.”

She stretched and rolled onto her back, taking her hand with her. “Got anything for breakfast?”

“I can make you a smoothie. Or we can grab something from the coffee shop by the train.”

“Mmm.” She clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk about the outside world. The outside world doesn’t exist anymore. We fucked it away.”