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Yes, it seems he can, because the tremors grow and grow and suddenly I’m flying through the air like a big, slutty, orgasmic rock slung from a catapult.
It’s probably worth clarifying, given this ambitious sexual position, that I mean that figuratively and not literally.
Oh my fucking Christ I am fucking done.Done. Dead. Deceased. Ended. That wasthebest orgasm of my life. Meanwhile, myamouris emptying the juicy cum-fruits of his great big ball sacs into my pussy with staggering levels of virility.He gives up on my mouth and drops his head to the wall, roaring out his release as he pumps me and pumps me with borderline violent thrusts. As he does, his roars morph into something that sounds likeI love you. I love you. I love you.
Honestly, he talked down his game just now, but this is a seriously impressive performance.
I’m totally marrying him.
CHAPTER 53
Sophia
The Pavilion restaurant at the Datai may just be the most incredible dining venue I’ve ever encountered, and I’ve dined in some pretty fabulous locations. It’s basically this huge pavilion (oddly enough) that floats off the edge of the terrace into the rainforest while being held up by thirty-metre-high stilts. It’s open-sided and dotted with candlelit tables, with beautiful views out to the canopy of treetops that surround it. The scent of the warm evening air mingles with the fragrant cooking smells courtesy of the restaurant’s Thai chef.
A friendly server leads the three of us to a table at the far end of the restaurant. It’s quiet and is perfectly positioned for us to enjoy this panorama, especially because Ethan insists I sit facing the rainforest. He and I are both still punch-drunk from this afternoon’s orgasms—we went another round in our bed—and Jamie is on good form. Apparently, his golf lesson went great and his chipping is improving. He also told me on the way over that he’s pleased I’m here to keep his dad company so he can spend some overdue time with his Nintendo Switch.
I let out a slow exhale as we await our drinks. This place is magical. I mainly travel in Europe. I’ve hit up Singapore and Hong Kong a few times, but being here, perched high above thesoft earth of the rainforest with the man I love and the son he’s forged such a strong, loving relationship with is the best kind of suspension from reality. London, and its bustle and noise and pollution, suddenly feels like a wholly unappealing prospect.
Our drinks arrive—champagne for Ethan and me and fresh lemonade for Jamie—and Jamie nudges him. ‘Dad,’ he hisses.
‘Okay.’ Ethan clears his throat. ‘We’ve, uh, we’ve made you something. We’ve been working on it on and off for most of the trip, haven’t we, mate?’
Jamie nods. His smile is wider than I’ve ever seen it, and I sit up straighter. ‘Really? How cool!’ I have a sudden vision of the boys working away on some old-time handicrafts together. You know, whittling me a homemade recorder out of bamboo, or something folksy like that. Stranger things have happened. So I’m extremely confused when Ethan hands me his phone.
‘Check out the app at the very bottom.’
I glance down. There’s an app called Lynx, its thumbnail a graphic of a metal link. ‘Lynx?’
‘Yeah,’ Ethan says as Jamie says, ‘Say it out loud again!’
‘Lynx. Lynx. Oh.’ I look at the graphic again. ‘Links! It’s a homophone!’
‘Yes.’ Jamie smacks the table in satisfaction, and Ethan nods. He seems quiet. Watchful.
‘Open it.’
‘Links. I love it.’ I click on the app and it opens up. There are two grey bars across the screen. One says GAME and one DICTIONARY. Ethan cranes his head to see it.
‘Okay. Click on DICTIONARY.’
I click, feeling some sort of nervous butterflies, though I’m not sure why.
‘Can I tell her, Dad?’ Jamie asks, and I look up to see Ethan nodding.
‘Go for it.’
I click in, and a list of words comes up with the alphabet hyperlinked down the left-hand side.
‘We’ve made you a game,’ Jamie explains. ‘Like Connections, because you’re so obsessed with it. But Dad said you always wanted to see all the category tags, so we built them.’
I stare dumbly at him. ‘What?’
He points. ‘Click on any word and you’ll see.’
‘Oh my god,’ I mutter, the butterflies turning to flutters of real excitement. ‘Are you for real? You’ve built me a Connections game with aback end?’
‘Yeah!’ Jamie nods excitedly. ‘Well, I built the code for it and Dad built the words part.’
