The second time we made it into his apartment, but only half way toward the bedroom, when he pushed me down on all fours on the living room carpet, mounted me, and doggy fucked me.
The rest of the night, he was civilized and fucked me in his bed.
He nudged me awake for what he said would be breakfast. I held his head in my hands and kissed him as he lay on top of me and fucked me again.
“Please, please, let me apologize and explain,” He murmured as we were laying stretched along each other’s bodies and panting ourselves back toward regular heartbeats. “I thought it was only—”
“Shush,” I said, laying two fingers on his lips. “That’s not what I want from you now.”
“Oh, god, I don’t think I can do it again until I’ve had something to eat, Collin,” he whispered in an exhausted voice.
“No, that’s not what I mean. If you have a laptop, I want you to bring it out. You can go fix breakfast. My mind is exploding on what I want to write into the manuscript for my new book. I have to get this down before I lose it. If it flies away, you’ll have to do exactly what you say you’re too exhausted to do—fuck me until the muse returns again.”