James Salter Quote

She begins to strip like a roommate and climb into bed.They have fallen asleep. Dean wakes first, in the early afternoon. He unfastens her stockings and slowly rolls them off. Her skirt is next and then her underpants. She opens her eyes. The garter belt he leaves on, to confirm her nakedness. He rests his head there.Her hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs.He lies still as a dog beneath it, still as an idiot.The next morning she is recovered. His prick is hard. She takes it in her hand. They always sleep naked. Their flesh is innocent and warm. In the end she is arranged across the pillows, a ritual she accepts without a word.It is half an hour before they fall apart, spent, and call for breakfast. She eats both her rolls and one of his.There was a lot, she says.She glistens with it. The inside of her thighs is wet.How long does it take to make again? she asks.Dean tries to think. He is remembering biology.Two or three days, he guesses.Non, non! she cries. That is not what she meant.She begins to make him hard again. In a few minutes he rolls her over and puts it in as if the intermission were ended. This time she is wild. The great bed begins creaking. Her breath becomes short. Dean has to brace his hands on the wall. He hooks his knees outside her legs and drives himself deeper.Oh, she breathes, that’s the best.