“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I murmured, pulling her tank top off. “All of this needs to go.” I unhooked her bra and sighed when her breasts were finally bare.

“They’re not any bigger,” she mused, leaning forward to kiss the notch in my collarbone. “I was actually looking forward to that part.”

“They’re just the right size,” I said, pushing her away so I could take a nipple into my mouth.

I breathed in the scent of her skin and traced the delicate bumps of her spine with my fingertips, my heartbeat racing. I tried to take hold of her hips as she shifted, but let her go as she climbed off me and pushed her shorts and underwear to the floor. She stood there, staring, while I followed her lead, stripping my bottom half.

Then she went to her knees, and the room spun for a second.

Her mouth was warm and wet and pretty much the best thing in the history of the universe. I closed my eyes as I threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, the other hand gently wrapping around the side of her neck. It felt good. So good, in fact, that I was getting close just a couple of minutes later. I gave the signal, tried to warn her, but she didn’t listen. Then I called her name through my gritted teeth, but she still gave no response beyond a hand that patted my knee softly, as if she was telling me to go ahead. I came in a rush of euphoria and nerves.

“I tried to warn you,” I blurted as she got up and climbed onto my lap.

“I got the warnings,” she muttered, laughter threading through her words. “I was ignoring them.”

“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around her as she laid her head against my shoulder. “It’s your turn,” I murmured, my fingers trailing lightly down her back.

“I’m too tired,” she replied with a sigh. “Can we just cuddle for a while?”

“Of course.” I pulled her tighter against me and stared at the black TV screen in front of me. I didn’t really understand the concept of being too tired for sex, but I knew it wasn’t just an excuse when her breathing evened out and her body relaxed against mine.

I carried her into the bedroom and put her in bed. She barely stirred as I pulled the covers up around her neck and crawled in beside her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled sleepily. “You can do dirty things to me tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it,” I replied. I rolled onto my belly and propped my head on my folded arms so I could watch her as she drifted off to sleep.