Loverman, Oh Where Can You Be?

Soon, too soon her body tightened in orgasm.

"No! not yet!" She groaned.

But suddenly he cried out with his own release. He screamed, not yelled, but screamed her name.

"I love you, baby. I love you." He panted before collapsing on top of her.

She stroked his wet curls. Tears ran down the side of her face. "Thank you. Thank you, Lord."

*

"That poor, poor girl." The paramedic zipped the body bag.

"She was long dead before the fire ever got to her; gas asphyxiation, thank goodness. At least she didn't suffer; probably slept through the entire thing."

"Fire investigator said that it would be days before the investigation was conclusive but the stove burners were still on. She'd gone to bed while cooking, evidently."

The other paramedic shook his head with a sigh. "Sad. Poor poor girl."