“…Wow, you’re so. . .God, Margaret,” Toby said in a rush of breath, as he slid off of her.

He lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, not really sure if his mind was playing tricks on him. The last hour had been unbelievable. Sweet, innocent little Margaret was insatiable.

Margaret was now silent beside him, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

He wasn‘t sure he liked it when she was quiet. It unnerved him. “Are you hungry? Because I am. How about some pie? Cherry or maybe apple, you have pie in the freezer, right?” Toby babbled. “Or maybe a drink? Have you always been that responsive? It’s just. . .”

Margaret ran her fingers along his bearded cheek and smiled. “Toby, you’re starting to sound like Ainsley,” she interrupted.

“What?” he asked, lifting his head off the pillow to look at her.

“You’re babbling about food,” Margaret stated. “And despite how energetic we’ve been, I’m not really hungry for food.” Her eyes lit up as her hand brushed across his chest.

Toby groaned and collapsed back on the bed. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“But what a way to go!” she purred, her hands pushing the covers off his hips. She licked her lips as he twitched in response. “Surely you’re up to three times in one night?” she teased, her hand closing around his erection. "I promise I won't make you go for a nine inning game. How about just a little more batting practice?"

He mumbled something incoherent as his hand cupped her cheek and brought her face to his for a kiss.

The kiss deepened as Toby parted his lips and Margaret’s tongue darted into his mouth. Their tongues tangled as Margaret’s fingers continued to work his erection.

“Should I get an umbrella?” he asked, cheekily against her lips. He smiled as he remembered her earlier climax, all wet and warm, and the response it invoked in him.

Margaret slapped his shoulder with her free hand. “Just for that you can make your own coffee in the morning.” Her fingers continued to caress him to readiness, in the hope she could get him to shriek in climax once again.

Toby’s hands roamed her body, intent on changing her mind and seeing if she could perform her trick more than once a night. "Always hold the bat with both hands," he groaned and she slid her fingers up and down him.

******

Margaret came to with the sound of the buzzing from the alarm clock. She reached out a hand to slam the thing off and hit Toby’s nose instead.

He yelped and grabbed her hand.

Margaret’s eyes opened and she found herself staring into Toby’s widening eyes. “Good morning,” she mumbled, not moving.

He grunted and reached behind him to silence the alarm. A low moan emanated from deep inside him as he realized the time. “I need to go home and change.” He lightly kissed her palm before releasing her hand.

“Yeah,” Margaret sighed, wondering if he was just trying to get away from her. It wouldn‘t be the first time she‘d had great sex only for the guy to never call again. “Time for a coffee first?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Do I still get one?” he grinned, reaching out to pull her close against his body. “Last night you said I wasn’t going to get one.” Last night she had said many things as she’d praised his name.

“That was before the third and fourth innings. You’ve since convinced me your batting average is major league.”

“So I make the playoffs?” he asked, as his lips worked their way down her collarbone.

“Depends.” An all too familiar longing started to work it’s way through her body. “Was it a one off?”

Toby’s fingers slipped between her thighs and he marvelled at how damp she was again. He sighed deeply. As much as he would have liked to fool around some more, time and his body were against him. “I need to go.” His lips broke away and he looked up at her from under hooded lids. “Wanna try again tonight?”

Margaret moaned as his hand continued to move against her. “Leo has late meetings, and so do you,” she reminded. “Rain check?”

“For sure.” Toby released her and with a quick kiss, slipped out of bed. “Mind if I have a shower?”

“Go for it. I’ll make coffee.”

As Toby disappeared into the bathroom, Margaret pulled a robe around her and went into the kitchen to start the coffee. When she returned she cleared away the reminders of the night before, dropping the three condoms into the trash can.

Gentle humming was drifting from the bathroom as she busied herself making the bed. Margaret lifted the pillow to her face and sighed at the lingering scent of Toby’s cologne. Pumping it up, she dropped it back onto the bed.

She was just opening the window when Toby returned to the room.

“Great shower,” he commented, coming up behind her, a white towel around his waist.

Margaret spun around and felt a familiar surge in blood through her veins. “Um.”

“It was the only towel I could find.”

Margaret mentally chided herself that she hadn’t left the hand towel hanging. Clearing her throat, she brushed passed him. “Expresso, okay?”

“Great.”

“A bagel?” she grinned.

“Great.”

Margaret stopped in the doorway to watch as Toby dropped the towel and started to get dressed. “Are you always this verbally challenged after sex?”

He spun around so fast that he forgot he was naked. Standing before her with his delicate little paunch and swinging member, Toby looked at her in confusion.

Margaret inwardly groaned and decided it was going to have to be a cold shower and a lot of coffee that got her through the day.

“What?” Toby asked, standing before her naked, pants in one hand.

Margaret shook her head and grinned. “Doesn’t matter.” She continued to the kitchen, humming as she went.

******

His hands circled her waist as he came up behind her in the kitchen. Toby kissed her neck gently. “Margaret?” he whispered, pulling her against his chest.

“Yeah?” she replied, nibbling her bottom lip in anticipation of what was coming. This was the point the guys said it was a one off, nothing more. Except she had never done it four times in one night before and she had the aches to prove it.

“Would you like to stay at my place tonight?” he asked, closing his eyes, and willing her to say yes. At the prolonged silence he mumbled, “I’m going to need to sleep a little, but I thought it might be nice.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her words accompanied by the usual bob of the head. A small smile formed at the corners of her mouth. He had actually asked her to his place, Toby’s domain and they were going to spend another night together.

Toby turned her in his arms. “Just okay?” His eyes gazed deep into hers as he waited for her to say something.

“It’s your turn to make the coffee tomorrow,” she chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Toby turned his head at the last minute and captured her lips with his own. “As long as you bring the pie,” he grinned.

The End