“Fuck, Layla. That was …” I kiss her, and she kisses me back. “I know,” she says against my lips. “I didn’t know that sex could be like that.” “I’m only just getting started. How are you feeling about what just happened?” “Good.” “As good as that was, I never gave you permission to come.” “That’s convenient, because I want to do it again. All night. And maybe into tomorrow.”
