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Whisper That You Love Me

The early afternoon sun streamed brilliantly into my new bedroom, illuminating Cheryl’s glorious frame as she lay among the rumpled sheets on my bed. I looked at her, absorbing her features, taking a mental snapshot of her beautiful face, gleaming eyes, and somewhat disheveled dark hair. She had a somewhat self-satisfied look on her face as she looked at me with her head elevated on her arm and propped in her hand. “Do you realize how good we are together?” she asked in a low, smooth voice. My reaction was to smile tenderly. “I guess that means you’ve been sexually satisfied.” Her hand stroked across my chest lightly. She sighed. “For the moment,” she grinned. It was the first time we’d made love in my bed, recently relocated to the small apartment she’d found for us in a complex just four blocks from where she lived with her husband and in-laws. What had started as a tender session of exploration had developed into an energetic episode of carnal gratification. The two of us had moved from affectionate contact to tempestuous passion, and now lay together in a state of serene, placid recovery. “Were you thinking about Dana’s hot legs when you were fucking me?” she teased. “No such thing,” I assured her. “I was completely fixated on you and my selfish desire to hear you scream with passion.” She had. The sounds and words were firmly etched in my memory. While taking into account her loss of composure due to our furious love-making, the groans of her passion and the words, ...

... “Oh, God, Drew! Fuck me, Drew! Yes! Fuck me, baby! I love you, Drew!” would remain locked in my mind for a long time. “You know what I like about having our apartment together?” she asked, returning me to the present. “What’s that, my love?” I asked. “We don’t have to leave. I can make you lunch here.” I chuckled. “That’s a bit of a surprise,” I admitted. “I’d have thought it was something much more physical in nature.” She pushed herself up so she was looking down at me. Her grin was broad. “Well, the sex is really great,” she said. “But what we have isn’t all about sex, is it? That’s what you said.” “That’s what I said,” I reminded her. “I wasn’t so sure about your mindset.” She laid her head on my shoulder. “I love giving you my body, Drew. But I also want to be able to do for you.” “And what am I supposed to do for you?” I asked. “Be here for me,” she replied softly. “Talk with me. Let me do things for you. Stay interested in me. Love me like you do.” In the distance I could hear the traffic of the busy city. The surreal situation of the normal world intruding on this tiny corner of paradise made me nervous and a bit uncomfortable. “This is a dangerous place, Cheryl,” I said. “I don’t mean the apartment. I mean the place where this relationship is going.” “I can do this, Drew,” she assured me. “I can love you during the daytime and be the obedient and devoted wife at night.” “All it will take is one misplaced word,” I worried, “or a dream in which you say my name.” “Don’t ...