Half-awake, I feel her lower onto me, sliding along my morning salute, lubricating me.

"No," she whispers in my ear.

She rises, adjusts herself, and slides down on me.

"I’ll not marry you."

She rises and lowers again. She squeezes and releases several times.

She feeds me a nipple, I bite and suck, she moans.

She rises, squeezing me tight, and then ever so slowly she lowers, all the way, pushing down on me.

As I stiffen and release in her, she cries, "Yes!"

Tremors pass through her.

“I’m honoured to be your soul-mate," she whispers in my ear.