I wrap my hand around his thick cock. It takes only two strokes, and I feel his hot release spilling over my fist. The squeeze from him is all it takes to throw me over the edge, and my dick empties into the condom.
He laughs, breathless, and pulls me closer, and the rest is all heat and murmured yeses and the kind of kissing that turns the room into a blur around us.
“Still green?” I ask.
He nods, then grins like I hung the stars just to show off. “Neon.”
“Good.” I press my forehead to his. “Then let me keep taking care of you.”
Stars, and not just behind my eyes, but everywhere. Like somebody shook the night and scattered it over the ceiling. I’m laughing before I can help it, a breathless little bubble I don’t have the muscles to hold down.
Or… it’s a lack of oxygen to my brain.
I can’t help the giddiness. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I mean, I was a whiny baby and thought I was gonna die for a moment there, butdamn!
“Is that a good sign?” Dom asks, voice rough, fond.
“The best,” I manage. “Also, I might be boneless now. Please alert the authorities.”
He huffs a laugh and slips off the bed, and I catch a last, unfair glimpse of him—back, shoulders, that perfect line down his spine, and his beautiful naked ass—before he disappears into the bathroom. The room smells of sex and good times. The sheets feel too soft to be legal. I sprawl on my stomach and let my limbs decide if they still belong to me.
Take care of me.Psh! That man. I’m perfectly capable of pulling my jelly limbs up off this bed to clean myselfup. I mean, Icould… but I’m not, like, overly upset that I get to lie in this giant bed with fluffy pillows.
The feel of the warm washcloth on my hole makes me jump.
“Sorry, was it too cold?”
“No,” I laugh. “I think my whole body is still on high alert.”
He hums and works with a patience I’m starting to understand. Slow, steady strokes. A fresh towel, like he thought ahead. His free hand grasps my hip, grounding me. He’s careful, completely unhurried. It does things to me I don’t have words for.
I feel ridiculous and incredibly cherished.
He presses a kiss to the small of my back like a period at the end of a sentence, then climbs back in beside me. The mattress shifts, a solid, familiar weight. He pulls the sheet up over both of us and settles on his back, one arm out in a clear invitation.
I go right to him, tucking in with my ear over his heart. His skin is hot and a little sticky, and his breathing evens out under my cheek. The bedside lamp we forgot to turn off spreads a gentle glow across the room, and with it, the black ink on his chest shimmers like a black sea. Circles, fine lines, geometry. Things I had no interest in until they belonged to him.
I tip up on an elbow. “Can I?”
His eyes come to mine, all that soft intensity that unravels me. “Yeah,” he says. “You can.”
I start with my fingers, tracing the outer ring, then the smaller one inside it, mapping the ink the way I’d map a new recipe—slow, curious, wanting to memorize. He’s warm everywhere, but warmer where my touch lingers. When I lower my mouth and follow the same path with my lips, he breathes in like the room just got smaller. I take my time, sliding my tongue along the circle’s edge, tasting skin and sweat, then I kiss the center, the eye of the storm.
“Little mouse.”
“Shh,” I tease, and do it again—circle, circle, kiss—until his hand slides into my hair and just rests there, not pushing, just… keeping.
My mouth seals softly over his heartbeat. It’s faster than mine. I like that. His palm tightens a fraction in my hair when I move down and graze his sternum. He’s trying not to react and failing miserably—a flutter at his throat, the way his stomach jumps beneath my wrist, the way his muscles relax.
I want to give him this moment. He deserves this moment, someone taking care of him for once. I think about his childhood, wondering how many times he had no one there to take care of him, to love him.
Love. I don’t know if that’s… I mean, there’s no way he feels the same. I know we’re doing more than just hooking up, but love… My heart rate kicks up, and my whole body tingles… Shit. Either I’m having a heart attack or…Fuck… I love him.
I tamp down that crazy thought by drawing another lazy circle with my tongue. “You know,” I say, my voice gone sleep-soft. “For a stoic, you make a lot of very encouraging noises.”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Too late.” I kiss just left of the ink and feel his heart leap. “You’re so easy to read up close.”
