It’s the mountain air; it’s got to be. It’s got to be something that profound that turned my normally timid lover into a fox. I’m not complaining, my dick is very happy, and the jealous rage that had been burning on a slow heat throughout the day had also been appeased.

Still, I found myself doing another first as I lay on my side, head propped in my palm, watching her sleep. She looked peaceful, well fucked but peaceful. She was worn out to the point she’d passed out just ...