(Mrs. Edge was on a business trip for about four weeks in July. This series details some of what transpired upon her return.)
“I wasn’t planning to let you out,” she said. “I hope you weren’t expecting it.”
“I… I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that,” I replied. “I, umm… I’m not sure I’m ready to come out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure. It’s like I’m settling into some kind of state of arousal, and it’s been good. Really good.” I stared down at her, feeling the warmth of her hips against mine. “I mean, it’s completely up to you, of course.”
She nodded.
“It’s just that I feel like I’m into some kind of good place right now, and I was sort of hoping that you wouldn’t let me out right away.”
She stared at me for a few moments and smiled. “When I said I wasn’t going to let you out,” she replied, “I was talking about this week, and probably next week, too.”
We both moaned softly as we kissed.
