She liked to cuddle and kiss after that and I accommodated her, even though the top item on my list of things to do was fall asleep. We’d cuddle and kiss until my softened cock fell out of her and then she’d drop her leg off mine and we spooned as I pushed myself up to kiss her good-night and then I’d whisper in her ear, “I love you, today.”
She’d always giggle and say, “Just today?”
I’d say, “When tomorrow becomes today, I tell you that again.” She’d giggle and kiss me again and we’d drift off to sleep and, in the pre-dawn hours, I’d spoon up to her again and kiss her and start the day with, “I love you, today.” She’d smile as she struggled awake and she’d purse her lips for an air-kiss as she’d reach out for my morning woody and we’d be off again in a passion-fueled embrace. Then we either had sex or she gave me a fantastic blow job and we’d drift back into sleep again.
On this particular day, which had started like most, I didn’t drift back to sleep like Frankie had. I laid there spooned to her back lazily dragging my fingertips around her milk lubricated, nipples. I was thinking about Frankie. The tragedy of Anna’s death and the flight to the lake back home to escape and the ten years as basically a recluse until Priya and Divi and then Donna and all that pain, had led me to this glorious moment with Frankie. She had been there all along and I had wasted a lot of time but if that’s what it took then I was at peace with it. I whispered, “I love you Frankie. Every day.” I saw a smile form on her lips as she emitted a “mmmmmmm.” Then she whispered, “If you keep doing that. You’d better be prepared to pay the consequences.” She rolled over and put her lips on mine. I gladly paid the consequences.