"Do I win this round?" I asked, leaning over him.
Luc started up at me and I couldn’t help but be proud of myself. Regardless of the fatigue I felt, I had managed to pin him to the mat. It was as if he wasn’t worried about winning against me anymore. Then the realization dawned as I felt Luc harden against my thigh. He couldn’t care less about winning and I had the advantage. I squeezed my thighs around him.
"Mia." It was a warning from him.
"Do I win this round?" I asked him again. He needed to admit defeat.
Squeezing my thighs around him again, I heard Luc groan. He pushed up from the mat, no longer taking my teasing, and flipped us so that I was on my back again before his lips crashed against mine. The kiss tasted of coffee and salt and felt familiar, like coming home. My nails raked down his arms and Luc smiled into the kiss at my attempt to gain the upper hand once more. I wanted to try and assert some dominance today and show him that I didn’t need to be looked after constantly. It didn’t look like I’d get that chance today, when Luc took my hands and pinned them above my head. Dominant was not my role and he was reminding me of that.
The tip of his tongue traced along my lip and I bit at his bottom lip. If he wanted this, he would work for it. Luc let out a guttural groan from the nip and moved the kisses down my neck and I tipped my head back to allow him better access.
He let go of my hands and pushed his under my bra, pulling it off with some struggle before he took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other with his fingers. No one had made me crave their touch the way Luc did. Every kiss, every touch made me want more. Luc’s presence always demanded my attention but when it was the both of us alone, my heart went into overdrive and my mind could focus on nothing else.
He didn’t need to ask me to comply when he tugged at my pants, stripping them from my body along with my underwear. Luc’s skilled tongue flicked out at my center that already ached for him, making me gasp out his name, spurring him on. His tongue lapped at me, painfully slowly and my fingers threaded in his hair in an attempt to urge him on. It wasn't long before my body shook as I climbed towards my orgasm.
"Oh, oh, yes!" I climaxed, calling up to the ceiling.
Luc continued to lick at me, ignoring the whimpers that came from me from the overstimulation. What he wanted, he got. He had told me that the first time we met and had only gone on to prove this point on several occasions since knowing each other. The strokes of his tongue were faster this time and I pulled at his hair. His eyes looked up at me as he worked, and I wondered how I would ever be able to deny this man anything. Luc had fought for me, killed for me, put me first in every aspect of his life and I didn’t think I would ever be capable of not loving him.
The sensitivity gave way for pleasure and I closed my eyes, tipping my head back. Sounds of my gratification echoed around the garage as I peaked for the second time.
"Fuck me," I panted as I regained some control.
"With pleasure," Luc said devilishly. He stripped off his jeans and boxers as I lay there trying to catch my breath. Luc lifted my legs and pulled me towards him before entering me slowly. "Fuck, Mia.”
Luc's eyes rolled back as he pushed in as far as he could. He let go of my legs and pulled me up so that I sat on his lap. I moved instinctively, riding him, my arms wrapped around his neck, foreheads pressed together.
"Luc... I need... I'm..." I breathed out fractured sentences, looking him in the eye. My body surrendered to him the way it did every time we came together.
“I love you,” he told me before our lips met.
“I love you too,” I mumbled against his mouth.
As I hit my climax again, my back arched, and I let out a high pitched moan of Luc's name. His hands gripped at my hips and as I came back from the edge, I slowly began to ride him again. My hips pushed down at Luc as he thrust his up to meet me.
Luc pulled me down to him and kissed me hungrily. Would I ever tire of this? Would I ever get to the point that I would desire distance from him instead of being tied to him in every way possible?
His fingers dug into my sides as Luc finished inside me, biting down painfully on my lip, but I made no complaint. I kissed him softly as we both drifted down from the euphoric high we’d experienced together.
"I think I won that round, love," Luc told me and I nodded my head in agreement. He won because he knew just how to bend me to his whim.
I refused point blank to get into the shower with Luc because he still had the look in his eye, and I wasn't sure my legs would be able to take another round. He pouted and I shoved him into the bathroom and shut the door with me on the other side.
When I was with Luc it was easy to forget the rest of the world, forget that things weren’t perfect in all areas of my life. He made me feel like I was important, his sole focus, and like nothing else mattered.
Changing into some sweatpants, I grabbed one of Luc's t-shirts and pulled it over my head. The familiar scent enveloped me, and I was hit with a strong sense of how much I loved this man.
Down in the kitchen, Luc played music and I stood at the door watching him as he talked himself through the recipe. I had planned to make a Thai curry tonight but apparently Luc was attempting to be the cook this evening. With a whole host of staff at his disposal, I hadn’t seen Luc attempt to do anything domestic.
"It's in the cupboard," I told him as he hunted around in the fridge.
Luc turned to me. "It's milk. Shouldn't it be kept in the fridge?"
"It's a can of coconut milk. We can treat it a little differently."
He shut the fridge and opened the cupboard, moving things aside until he found the can. I walked over to the stove where Luc had put a pot on the heat and had started to cook the spice paste and chicken. Just as I picked up the spoon to stir, Luc’s hands were on my waist steering me away.
"No, no," he told me, taking the spoon from my hand. "I'm going to make you dinner tonight."
