Her eyes are on mine when I slowly push into her body. Her slick core accepts me, stretching and lengthening to accommodate my cock. I still when I’m all the way inside her and press my forehead to hers. Slow, I remind myself. You must go slow. For her. It’s what she askedfor.
Her breath comes in soft little pants against my mouth when I move in and out. Her legs come up to clasp my hips, the movement bringing me deeper into her, and my dick begs to fuck her into the mattress. But I denyhim.
Her arms are wrapped around my upper back and her nails lightly dig into my flesh. “You feel so good inside ofme.”
“It’s so much better thangood.”
Emma Lia arches against me, her legs wrapping around my body tighter. Every thrust brings me deeper into her until I feel like we’re fused and melding into one being. It’s a new sensation that I can’t give a name to or begin to explain, but I know that she is the reason forit.
She is what I want. She is what Ineed.
“It’s starting. I’m going to come again,Tristan.”
Her pussy contracts around my cock several times, and it triggers the climax of my orgasm. “I’m coming with you,bebelle.”
She squeezes my body closer using her legs and digs her fingers into the flexed muscles in my ass. “I want all of your cum insideme.”
“I’m giving all of it to you,baby.”
I move my hand from her head to the back of her neck and use my grasp to hold her in place when I thrust deep, my seed expelling out of my body and into hers. And I’m amazed by how intensely satisfying it is just knowing that she has that part of me insideher.
When our orgasms are over, Emma Lia’s hands cradle the sides of my face, and she pulls my face down to hers, pressing a kiss against my lips. “Thank you for that. It wasperfect.”
I got to have sex with her, and it isn’t costing me a key pull. I should be the one thanking her. “I will give you vanilla anytime you want. All you have to do is ask, and I’m happy tooblige.”
She smiles. “You aren’t going along with this because it’s what I asked for.” Her finger pokes against my chest. “Mister… you…like… vanilla. You’re a Dom who likes making love. What would the friends you have within the lifestyle say aboutthat?”
“They would think that I’ve lost my mind. Especially Easton.” And he wouldn’t get finished fucking with me about it if heknew.
“Well, Easton has already proven to me that he’s a freak between the sheets. I bet that guy couldn’t have vanilla sex if he tried. You, on the other hand, are exceptional at makinglove.”
Because it’s still sex. Of course, I’m good at it. How could I not be with this phenomenal dick? But she shouldn’t get too used to having it thisway.
“Maybe I am, but I couldn’t do vanilla all of the time. The Dom inside me must have his release.” It isn’t pretty when the beast isn’t satiated. And he can only be held at bay for solong.
“And I can’t do straight-up Dom-sub all of the time. Just as you need to issue commands and punishments to receive gratification, I need to feel tenderness for fulfillment. Even if it isn’t associated with love andaffection.”
“I don’t know how to read your cues for what you need. I’ve not had to do it in a long time, and honestly, I wasn’t ever really that good at it anyway. I’m going to need you to help me withthat.”
She’s here to pay a debt. Get me off. I’m not supposed to give two shits if she’s getting what she needs from me to be fulfilled ornot.
But I’m finding that I do care. I care verymuch.
“I think that you’re doing a wonderful job, but don’t worry. You aren’t the only one who is good at getting what you want. I’ll let you know if I need more fromyou.”
She tightens her legs around me and forces my hips to thrust against her. The movement forces my softening cock to slip out, the opposite of what she was going for, Ithink.
She puts her hands against my chest and pushes. “Rollover.”
“Why?”
“Just do it and you’ll findout.”
I know where she’s wanting to go with this. “You need to understand something, bebelle. I always top. Always. I don’t switchroles.”
“You can top when you’re in Dom mode, but right now you’re in vanilla mode, and I want to be ontop.”
“Topping isn’t about position. It’s about who holds thecontrol.”
