I wanted to come. Each stroke made it more difficult to follow his orders. I was so close that I was making noises that sounded more animal than human. His eyes were shut, savoring the sounds like it was beautiful music. Savoring my body’s touch.
He pulled out of me, eyes never leaving mine as he beckoned me up. “Hands and knees. Ass toward me.”
I assumed the position, groaning with delight when I felt his hands on my hips. Our bodies collided, our moans the language of passion. When he said the word, I exploded, a firework erupting in the sky. A burst of light when all I had before was darkness and doubt. He held me close until he found his bliss and in that beautiful moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us.
Still shuddering, breathing erratic and fulfilled, I sank into the covers. He followed suit, pulling me into his arms. It was so natural, like it had always been like this.
I brought my head up from the crook of his neck, searching his eyes. I didn't find regret or remorse but a happiness that echoed my own. Still, his comment from earlier rang in my ears.
“I thought you didn't do cuddling.”
“I don't,” he said, eyes sparkling with bemusement. “I also don't take a woman to bed unless she agrees to be my submissive.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he wasn't done. “I'm a patient man, Melissa. I'll let you make up your own mind.”
Satisfied with that answer, I dropped my head back to his chest. “So where does that leave us?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted. He stroked my back, the gentle caress making my pulse race with excitement. “But something tells me that this is the start of something amazing.”
The End