A second after, I felt Constantijin pulling away from me and I murmured a protest.
"I'll be right back." And he was. Constantijin gently and thoroughly wiped me clean with a wet hand towel. Afterwards, he lifted me up in his arms, and holding on to his neck, I watched sleepily as he took hold of one corner of the sheet. He swept it off the bed and threw it to the floor.
"Too wet already," he murmured wryly. Shifting me in his arms, he reached for the phone and called for housekeeping to change the bed linen.
I was red-faced by the time he finished. "But they'll know!"
"Yanna. I had a hard on already when we checked in. Do you think that wasn't enough of a clue for them?" Still completely naked, he carried me to the guest room at the floor below and lowered me gently on the bed.
I immediately rolled towards him, snuggling as close as I could when he pulled the covers around us. "I love you," I murmured, reaching up to play with the curls of his hair. Doing so soothed me.
"Love you."
The speed, the absence of hesitation, in his tone made me smile.
Constantijin asked, "Was it good?"
I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled. "Even with your eyes closed, I know you're rolling them at me."
I giggled.
"That good, mm?"
I laughed outright. "God, you are so arrogant."
"But it was really that good."
Unable to help smiling widely, I lifted myself up on my elbows to look at him. It was an absolute luxury, gazing at his beautiful face, knowing that every inch of him was mine. "Yeah," I whispered, unable to stop smiling. "It was that good."
Constantijin reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "It was unbelievably lovely for me."
Cocking my head to the side, I said slowly, "Constantijin? I know I'm no expert at sex like you---" I wrinkled my nose when he smirked. "But … what we just did, I can do the same to you, too, right?"
I burst into laughter at the way his eyes widened.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
He pretended to fall asleep.
"Constantijin?" Grinning, I began to shake him, and I didn't stop until he opened his eyes again. Pouting, I said, "Please?"
"NO."
"Please?"
"FUCK NO."
I threw myself on the bed, scooting to the edge and turning my back on him. "Fine. It's so obvious you don't really love me when you don't want me to do---" I shrieked in laughter when he snatched me back to him and twisted me around in one move.
"You're getting as manipulative as I am, you little cheat."
I beamed. "Aren't you proud?"
Constantijin gave me a short, sweet, hard kiss. "So proud I think I love you even more."
Returning the gesture, and adding a little nibble afterwards, I pulled back and said cheekily, "I love you, too, but don't think you're getting off the hook. Let me do that to you, too?"
He rolled to his back, laughing, tucking his arms under his head. "We'll see, schat. If I think you're good enough."
"But I am! And on that note, what does ;schat' mean? I keep forgetting to look it up in the dictionary."
He groaned, grabbing a pillow and slamming it over his face. "To think I used to hate how quiet you were."
I pulled the pillow off with a grin. "Now, you know better. So, what do you say? When can I do that? And you haven't said yet what ;schat' means? Constantijin? Constantijin?"