After a brief rest, he flipped us, spooning me from behind. "Lesson six: from behind. Trust me."
He was hard again and he entered me slowly, the angle intimate, his arm around my waist. "Feels different, right? Deeper."
Yes—it hit spots that made me see stars. He rocked gently, his hand dipping to rub my clit. "Touch yourself, too. Learn your body."
I did, circling as he thrust. The build was slower, more sensual, our bodies syncing perfectly. When I came again, it was quieter, a deep ripple that left me trembling.
We shifted again, him on top in missionary—familiar but with new twists. He hooked my leg over his shoulder, going deeper. "Like this? Or this?" He adjusted, teaching variations.
Each position was a lesson in pleasure, his tenderness wrapping around the intensity. We explored doggy style next, me on all fours, him behind. "Arch your back," he instructed, spanking lightly. The dominance thrilled me, his cock pounding in a rhythm that built fast.
"Harder,” I begged.
He obliged, gripping my hair gently. "My good girl, learning so fast."
Orgasm after orgasm rolled through me—three, four—I lost count. He taught me to edge, pulling back when I was close, making the release sweeter.
Finally, as the sun dipped lower, we lay entangled. "Last lesson for now," he whispered. "Aftercare. This is important."
He fetched water, cleaned us gently with a warm cloth from the en suite, then held me close. "You sore?"
"A little," I admitted, but smiling. "But worth it. I feel ... awakened."
He kissed my forehead. "You're incredible."
His thumb traced slow, lazy circles along my arm, unhurried now, thoughtful. “And there’s so much more I could teach you,” he added quietly. “So many ways we could explore together.”
My breath caught—not from urgency this time, but from the promise of it.
“But not now,” he said. “Now, we rest. We hold on to what we’ve already found.”
I nodded, warmth spreading through me at the restraint in his words. The certainty that there would be a later.
And somehow, that made everything feel even more real.
The room smelled like us. The sheets were warm and tangled. My limbs felt loose, boneless in the best way.
Outside, the sky was starting to deepen toward evening.
“Joy,” he said quietly.
“Yes?”
“If tonight goes badly?—”
I lifted my head, placing my fingers over his mouth before the words could finish forming. “Don’t.”
His eyes held mine, dark and intent. “I need to say it.”
I searched his face for a beat, then nodded once. “Then say this part instead,” I whispered. “Say what’s already true. Say that right now, we’re here. Together.”
He swallowed, his throat working, and for a moment the man who never hesitated looked almost undone.
“I love you,” he said, the words low and steady, like he’d been carrying them a while. “I don’t know when it happened exactly. But it did. I love you.”
The world seemed to tilt, not violently—just enough to rearrange everything.
I felt it then, clear and undeniable, like recognition instead of surprise. Like something I’d been walking toward without knowing its name.
