ONE MONTH LATER
"Say it again."
"I love you." Elowyn smiles
I smile, and softly press my lips to hers before pulling back to study her face. She looks so beautiful this afternoon. She always looks beautiful
"I love you, baby." I murmur softly.
I've lost count of how many times we've made love in the weeks since we started our affair, but if I were to look in my journal, I'd be able to count the exact number. I write about each time we see each other so I can go back and read about it when I miss her or when I can't see her, which is a little more than often.
On the days that she has shoots we have an hour or two in between the time she's finished and the time Orlando is going to get home. If she's shooting nearby she comes to my apartment. If she's not close, I'll get us a room at the hotel she's closest to.
Today, we've been in my apartment. She didn't have a shoot so she's been here since a little after Orlando left for work at nine. It's almost noon. After fucking as soon as she stepped through the door, me fucking her against the wall in the hallway, we had coffee. More fucking, on the couch, and that's where we lay now.
We've tried something new today that pleased us both. She sat with her legs spread and touched herself until she came. I crouched on the floor in front of her and watched closely, ate her until she came again, and then fucked her.
She's on her stomach between my legs, her arms are folded under her chin and are resting on my stomach, both of us are naked. I'm smoking a cigarette and hold it to her lips, she takes a drag before I do the same.
"One more time." I whisper.
"I love you."
"You know, sweetheart, I think you're getting a little too clingy."
Elowyn laughs loudly and I can't help but laugh with her.
"I love when you laugh." She says, "I never hear you do it. It's so pretty."
"Hm. I'm glad you like it, darling." I smile, "What's your schedule like this week, lovie?"
"I have a shoot tomorrow. It shouldn't last more than a couple of hours though. I can come by after."
"What kind of shoot?"
"Just an ad for jeans."
"Are you the only one in the shoot?"
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