"Ohh... Frankie." I kiss him and taste the oddly addictive red-lipstick he wears. His firm exploring hands caress me and I quiver with suppressed pleasure. "Now... oh now... please," I beg him. He only responds by quickening his movements. I rock back and forth in my own world, lost in my feelings, and then it comes... Fulfillment. I fall to his side, spent yet contented. If I didn't know better, I would think he was just exhausted, like he usually was. Unfortunately, I did know better... and he was too quiet tonight. He had his energy in reserve, but he was so... Now I was just being too over-analytical. I sighed and laid my head on his chest. His chest moved up and down in a steady rhythm that told me he was asleep, and it lulled me into a blissful, contented sleep.