“But I think it would not be very gentlemanly of me to be selfish knowing I only have one orgasm and you have many. So why don’t I do the right thing and stay down here for a bit?”
“I mean—”
I didn’t even get the chance to complete my sentence. Sonny had me pinned with his hands, which curled under my thighs and over my hips. He pressed down with both his hands and his tongue, and I was a prisoner of his pleasure.
It was funny how, despite him only controlling my hips, it was like he had all of me to do with as he pleased. But even if I could have moved, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Why would I? Literally, of course, I was stuck.
But beyond that, for everything that had transpired, there should have been no reason for us to work out. So much should have prevented us from working out. Even that first night where we hooked up had so much in the way; it had taken a lot of luck to get here.
But luck wasn’t all of it, because luck had put me before Sonny with the chance to commit, and I’d refused. I’d had to look myself hard in the mirror. I’d had to have a tough conversation with people who didn’t care for me like Sonny did.
So maybe I wasn’t going anywhere because I was exhausted—but in a good way. I’d put in the work. I’d survived bad luck and had good luck. It was time for me to rest.
And what better place to rest than naked, with my legs spread and Sonny’s face pressed into my pussy?
I just closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, my mind no longer quite able to keep up with everything that had happened—and that was exactly what I wanted. By choosing to relax as I had, it made it that much easier to come. And it probably was less than a minute or two later before I felt my hands grab Sonny’s hair and hold on for dear life in anticipation.
When the orgasm hit, I focused everything on my pussy. It pulsed with so much tension, clenching and unleashing a wave of bliss across me. I was squeezing every part of my body, so hard that I was probably making it difficult for Sonny to breathe.
And then, slowly, I came to.
And I remembered.
Sonny was the biker, the bad boy. He knew how to eat me out well.
But now it was time to make love. And I wasn’t going to do with Sonny. I was going to do that with Solomon, the man.
“You’ve been a ‘gentleman,’” I said, still riding the bliss wave coursing through my body. “Now it’s time for me to be a lady and let you inside me.”
“Who am I to argue?” Solomon said with a chuckle as he backed up and got his clothes off in a hurry.
He hovered right over me, kissed me gently, and slid inside. It was left unsaid, but we both knew—there was no reason to protect against anything. We knew the other had nothing, and we knew if something happened, he’d be there for me and I’d want him around.
There seemed to be something about the moment that got to Solomon, too, because just as relaxing had caused me to orgasm so quickly, him relaxing seemed to make his cock swell far sooner than normal. I didn’t judge him for it, though; if anything, I took pride in my ability to make him start to moan and warn that he was on the verge of orgasm so soon.
“Give it to me, baby,” I said, breathing hot air into his ear. “Give—”
He pulled his head back and smothered me with a kiss. His moaning increased, his breath catching in my mouth, and I felt him right at the edge. It was so close, so…so…
There.
His cock exploded inside of me, twitching and quivering, unloading all of his warm seed deep into me. I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could, riding out an orgasm that lasted longer than he usually had. Maybe there were perks to relaxing and just falling into the moment—maybe it wasn’t quite as long as “normal,” but the orgasm itself probably felt ten times more blissful.
And slowly, very slowly, Solomon finished and came down.
But while the ecstasy of the moment may have come and gone, the connection we shared, the love—yes, the love—that we felt between each other had only just started. We’d put clothes back on in a bit; we’d have to be apart at some point; we’d go some hours without talking while he handled club business.
But none of that worried me because as I looked into his eyes as he slowly regained his senses and his control, I knew there was nothing to worry about. Solomon and I were going to last a long time, perhaps as long as he lived.
And hopefully, with everything that was going on with the Black Reapers and the King’s Men, that was going to be much longer than some might have wanted.
“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he said as his hands gently caressed my face, “than here with you.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. And just like the sex, though the kiss had to end at some point, what it stood for would not.
“I love you, Leigh.”
It was the first time he’d said those words. And yet, we both knew that it was only a verbal representation of something we’d already felt. Of something beautiful that was just beginning.
“And I love you, Solomon.”
