Sam watched her as she sat up on the bed.  He had an unexplained need to maintain some physical connection to her.  So his leg rested against her as she moved and recouped on the edge of the bed.  Their shared orgasms had been intense and shaken him a bit . . . both physically and otherwise.  Maybe he’d say that they ‘awakened’ him like when he’d be mulling over a case . . . and then it would seem to simply come together for him.  He watched her disappear into the tub room.  He grinned as he recognized the routine.  Every woman he’d known had done the same routine after they’d fucked, made love, whatever with him.  But there was a normalcy to it with Irene that he couldn’t shake.  Without being perverse, hearing her use the pot made him feel more hopeful about his future.<br/><br/>He watched Irene with fondness as she padded over to the pitcher of water and offered him some as she took some for herself.<br/><br/>“Yeah a cup of water would be good.  Thanks.”<br/><br/>Sam climbed up off the bed and glanced back at it and grinned at how rumpled they’d managed to make it.  He wandered over to where she stood and took her glass from her hand and drained it.  With a wry grin he refilled it and offered it back to her.<br/><br/>“You look all happily fucked Irene.  I do enjoy you . . . I have to say.  Of course I usually say what’s on my mind, as I think you do.  It can be a blessing and a curse.  The worst of it is in court when you have to say only what’s been asked . . . and nothing more.  So in the clear light of the soon to be fading sun I have to say that I intend on getting my monies worth and maybe more tonight.  Finding you has become the bright spot in a lousy couple of weeks . . . hell months.  I really do like spending time with you.  What’s it you said a while ago . . . it went something like this anyway . . . ’You’ve ruined me for normal life Irene O’Rourke.’”<br/><br/>He took the water glass from her hand and set it down and then wrapped her up in his arms in a tight hug.  His mouth found hers for a long hard kiss and his hand found her wet sticky slit.  He caressed her gently, knowing how sensitive she could be down there after cumming.  Then he eased out of their kiss and embrace and knelt in front of her.  He insinuated her legs apart and then licked her clean of their cum as it was pooled in her opening and glazing her pretty folds.<br/><br/>“I do like your cunny Irene . . . it’s beautiful and right tasty.  I like this Frenchy thing you’ve done to it . . . it’s right pretty like this . . . being able to see it and all.”  He kissed her clit and then suckled it gently for a brief moment. “Yes ma’am . . . you are one lovely woman.”<br/>