She loved him too much.
Then she realised something.
Milan pulled out slowly, but however careful he was, he couldn’t prevent a little trickle of his seed from leaking out and down her thigh.
“That was what we needed,” he said thickly, lying down on his back beside her, his face turned to hers. One of her cheeks lay against the carpet while the other offered its heat to the ceiling.
“Milan,” she said, finding the power of speech with some difficulty.
He kissed the tip of her nose and bunched his fingers in her hair, which was lank and heavy now.
“My love, my Lydia,” he said.
“You didn’t…”
“Hmm?”
“Protection,” she whispered.
“You’re on contraceptive pill, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“I always use a condom with everybody else. I am safe, I am clean. You know I would never do anything to put you at risk. You know that, yes?”
“Yes.” And she did. Bizarre and unreliable as Milan’s behaviour could be at times, he was scrupulous about sexual etiquette. “But you don’t know about me…”
“Yes, I do.”
“What? You haven’t been stalking me in my bedroom, have you?”
He yawned and gave her a feline smile. “No need.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone knows von Ritter can’t get it up.”
Lydia sat bolt upright and slapped at Milan’s arm.
“That’s not even true! And who’s ‘everyone’?”
“Sarah knows quite a few of his old girlfriends, from the BDSM clubs.”
“Sarah’s a bitch.”
“Yes.” Milan nodded. “She is. But she knows a lot of people and she fucked his best friend for years, so… I think I believe her.”
“Well, she’s talking bollocks, if you’ll excuse my language.”
Milan burst out laughing and pulled her back down by the elbow until she lay in his arms.
“Excuse your language? You are so sweet.”
“I’ve seen the lovely Sarah give Karl-Heinz a blow job, as it happens. And she swallowed. So she knows for a fact that he can get it up and he’s far from impotent.”
“Oh, yes, yes,” said Milan dismissively, “he can do it in a girl’s mouth. But that’s it. Nothing else. Or is all my information wrong? Hey? You should know. Tell me.”
Lydia wished for a moment that she could. It would be satisfying to wipe the self-satisfied smirk from Milan’s face.