Every thrashing beat of my heart sent a new pulse of rapturous joy through me.
I screamed — probably a lot — but I was too lost in this place of pure and radiant ecstasy to care.
Time passed. I came to myself slowly.
I lay on a soft surface… a bed.
A heated body pressed to mine, skin to skin. It took me a moment to remember who this was: Daz.
Wonderful, amazing, miraculous Daz.
He traced his fingers over my skin, leaving a trail of pleasant, tingling heat where they passed.
My eyes fluttered open. Lying beside me, propped on one arm, was the smiling face of the man I loved.
And I did love him. I loved him in all possible ways. He’d shown me how much he loved me and it had been beyond description.
I wanted more of that…all the time!
I smiled, then tried to speak, but my voice was raw, my throat parched.
He laughed a little. “You were… very vocal about that first round,” he whispered.
Removing the hand which had been tracing lines on me, he reached over me to his nightstand, picking up a pitcher of water, pouring some into a cup, which he gave to me.
“Here,” he said. “Drink.”
I sat up and took the cup in both hands to drain it.
Elevated as I was, I could see both of us. Sometime, while I’d been insensate, he’d removed his clothes. We lay together, naked. I wasn’t a “precious, pale beauty” like some women. I enjoyed the sun and was well tanned. Still, Dazar’s soft brown skin made mine look pale in comparison.
The water was cool and refreshing, and I cleared my throat, testing it. “That was amazing,” I whispered. “And… you didn’t even come, did you?”
“Not yet, no.”
“Is that what comes next, your pleasure?” I asked. His cock twitched and grew as he considered that.
“No. Next is more for you. I get mine once you’ve beenthoroughlypleasured.”
I laughed. “You wereverythorough the first time.” But I wouldn’t turn downmoreof that indescribable pleasure.
I put the cup down and leaned over to kiss him lightly before laying back again. I whispered, “I’m all yours, do your worst.”
“Oh… I will,” he said, leaning down to kiss high on my chest. And from that kiss the wonderful warmth of his love spread through me again.
“Ohhhh!” I breathed softly.
When he lifted away, he whispered, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, always,” I breathed.
“You have always been deeply in control of every part of yourself and your life. I want to give you a moment where you don’t need to worry, don’t need your walls up, don’t need to be strong. Just… let go and enjoy and feel.”
As he said this, he made a swirling motion with his hand and both my arms raised up from my sides. They moved up and over my head to lay on the bed, one wrist over the other. They weren’t bound, but they felt as if they were. I didn’t mind at all. He wouldn’t hurt me, quite the contrary, and the position, so open, thrusting up my chest, so vulnerable to… attack… sent a new thrill through me.
“I’m all yours,” I whispered.
I didn’t think anything could surprise me after that first round of miracle sex.
