But…
Oh, shit, he was getting me so close. So fucking close. So fucking close!
“Keep going,” I said breathlessly. He held me even tighter, giving me no room to squirm. This, of course, only made it that much more intense, that much more like I was in his possession. I was… I… right…
Fuck!
I arched my hips hard into his body and groaned loudly as the sweet release of orgasm rushed over me. I lost control of my senses, buckling my body into his face, yet he never let up. He kept licking and nibbling on my clit, swollen and pulsing as it was, until I had to fucking beg him to stop.
I fucking begged!
Finally, he let go. He ran his tongue over his lips, as if relishing the aftertaste.
“Oh my God,” I said breathlessly. I was only just beginning to regain my senses, only just now thinking about what had transpired.
Cassius hadn’t just brought me to orgasm, fucking amazing as that was. He had taken his time; he had made sure that I got more than a quick A to Z orgasm. It spoke to… something more than just physical intimacy… something more…
I struggled to think in the aftermath of orgasm. Vaguely, I saw him take his clothes off, stripping down to just his boxers. Fuck, I needed to give him what he had given me so badly. So damn badly.
But…
By the time I sat halfway up, he was naked and crawling to me. I caught sight of his cock, just as large and thick as I remembered it being, but it fell between my legs.
“It’s my turn now,” Cassius said, “and I like to do things my way. Follow my lead, and you’ll enjoy it just as much.”
I didn’t question what he said. By that point, Cassius might as well have been an orchestra conductor of my body; going off note in any way risked disrupting the masterpiece he was crafting.
He entered raw inside me. A brief thought of “why” entered my mind; I didn’t think I was in my fertility period, but if something happened… but then again, Cassius was no fool. Hehad to know what he was doing. And he was not some stupid horn dog who fucked everything raw.
It was another sign I barely had the wherewithal to recognize that Cassius truly saw me as something more than just a hot ex to sleep with.
I dug my hands into his back, sure that my nails were going too deep, but Cassius did not care. He never made a noise, never adjusted his body to lighten the load. In fact, the harder I dug my nails into his back—all because of how fucking amazing he made me feel—the harder he went. The bed shook around us, almost in perfect synchronization with the storm around us.
Everything moved in a blur. One moment, he was on top; the next, he was fucking me from behind. The only thing Cassius insisted on was that I lie there for the taking; I could be on top and in control another day, he said. For now, I was his.
Another day? Fuck. Yes.
Cassius came not too long after he took me from behind. I could feel the buildup as he thrust faster and faster; I gave no thought to having him pull out. I trusted him, for better or for worse. He might be the King of Hearts, but I would be his only queen soon.
And then he came.
And he roared to the ceiling, right as a giant strike of lightning erupted outside. Even with the thunder that followed, Cassius’ growl filled the room.
His pumping slowed down until he had finished. I collapsed forward. And seconds later, Cassius collapsed on top of me, just to the side so as not to crush me.
As Cassius lay on top of me, catching his breath, taking that post-coitus moment that left almost everyone speechless, I saw not the past flash before my eyes, but a possible future.
In this future, Cassius did not try to break me. He did not try to live up to what everyone assumed was the “King of Hearts,”a man who took hearts and broke them. Instead, he was a heart warmer, a man who moved past all that haunted him to have something special with me. He went from a man who saw the world through the lens of power and money and instead—at least with me—saw it as a place for an even playing field of love.
Maybe this was simply the bliss of orgasm that went beyond a mere encounter with a handsome, rich man. Maybe in days, if not hours, I would feel so foolish for ever thinking that. Maybe this was the high point of our second “relationship” and everything after might fizzle out, having reached the pinnacle of physical intimacy.
But even if that were so, even if this was just a temporary, fleeting feeling recalling what had happened long ago…
For one day, the King of Hearts was mine.
Not because he had broken mine.
But because he had rediscovered his.
