The sounds of skin slapping skin, pants, moans, and screams are our soundtrack and it makes things even that much more exciting. The freedom being bound has given Nora is alluring. I see any potential fear melting away. In her desire to be dominated, she is more in control than she’s ever been.
I tug on her head even harder, causing her entire body to arch back until I’m able to lean forward and suckle on her neck and shoulder.
My thrusts slow, but they grow in intensity. Each causing her body to jolt forward and knock a whimper from her throat.
“Petal,” I groan into her ear. “Fucking come for me.”
“I, I, I, AM!” She screams like she’s in pain and I can feel her walls contracting and releasing around me. She grows slicker, wetter, making things even messier and that much more delectable.
“God.” Thrust. “Damn.” Slam. “Petal.” Thrust. “You’re so.” Thrust, slam. “Amazing.”
She cries out again as a second orgasm shakes her body from head to toe. I’m teetering on the edge myself, so I slip free of her body, much to my own body’s protest, and press my weight into her back. I kiss along her jaw, neck, back, and shoulders. Praising her, telling her how good she is and how incredible she feels.
Panting, I tell her, “Roll to your back. I will help you. I need your face, your lips.”
Together, we flip her to her back and I settle between her legs when she wraps them around my back, hooking her ankles together, and with one hand, I undo the bindings of her wrist, letting the silk tie fall to the bed.
Her sated bliss is evident along with that ever-burning fire she constantly gives me whether it’s in the classroom, in conversation, or in this bed. “I can’t…I can’t get enough.”
“Good. Because more is what you will have.”
I easily slide inside her again. She arches into me as I brace with my arm pinning her wrists, our fingers weaving together, and my forearm encasing her ribs. “Oh, Petal…” I whisper.
We find our rhythm together easily, because this is what we were made for. We were made for each other. We were created, molded by whichever higher power exists, to be together, in this moment.
“Tristan,” she sighs and drops her mouth open, arching her head back until the top is pressed into the mattress and her neck is long and exposed, enticing me for another bite, another kiss, and so I do. I nibble and kiss along the pulse rapidly pumping under her skin. This time it’s me who is eager. Me who is unwilling, and at this moment, unable to wait.
“Petal…you…are…mine.”
As my last word echoes in the air, I fill her with every pent-up emotion I have from watching her shine, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile and exude confidence so bright it could eclipse the sun. Every muscle in my body tenses along with hers and slowly releases from a high I’ve never experienced before.
We are panting together, sticky with sweat, and I lay kisses on every inch of her skin I can reach, still buried deep inside of her.
“Nora,” I whisper. “Look at me.” And she does. “Do you see me?” I ask.
“I see you.” She blinks with sleepy, sated eyes.
“Do you hear my voice?”
She nods. “I hear you,”
I release her hands from my grip and bring them to rest around my neck. I want her fully with me now because what I have to say is going to change things between us forever.
I give her a small, soft kiss before looking into her eyes and saying with absolute sincerity…
“I love you, Petal.”
Nora
What did he say?
He told me to look and listen. I did. I was. I am, but did he say what I think he just said?
My brain and my body are trying to play catchup at warp speed. He loves me. He loves me.
I’ve felt love for him for a long time. That’s what my heart is telling me. I need him to know. “Tristan…I love you too.”
His fingertips start to massage my scalp and pull my hair tie out so my hair is flowing between us. Tristan has shown me the kinder and gentler side of himself before. This, however, is very different.
His lips find mine again then they find my chin, my jaw, the tip of my nose, each of my eyes, and my forehead. He’s showering me with his love and his affection.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
“I’m perfect.” I cup his face in my hands then slide them up into his hair. I just want to make sure this moment is real. I memorize the feeling of his muscles under my touch and the way he feels when he breathes. I never want to forget what I’m feeling right now.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Petal.”
I nuzzle into his touch on my head. “I’m thinking that life simply can’t be any better than this.”
“It always should have been. We’re now just sorting that out.”
His fingers gently trace the outline of my face. The weight of his body is the most calming thing I can think of. “I don’t know that I would have been ready for you until now.”
“Nor I you. I don’t know when it happened, love, but I’m elated that it did.”
This isn’t what I expected to happen tonight when I asked him to do this for me, but I wouldn’t ask for anything different now. I feel washed clean of Evan and all of the horrific things that he did to me. He baptized me with his body, his voice, his touch, and I’m reborn stronger, better, braver, and a bolder version of myself now.
“I don’t ever want to leave this bed,” I admit to him, sliding my hands up and down his back. He’s still inside of me, but he is growing softer and I know eventually the connection will break.
“We have the entire weekend to stay right here, and I plan to. We’ll eat,” he kisses my neck, “sleep,” he kisses my cheek, “make love,” he kisses my chin, “and do it all over again until the sun rises on Monday morning.”
“I want to say thank you. It feels right.”
“You don’t have to thank me for showing you kindness, affection, and attending to your every need. That is what a true lover does.”
“So you’re what they look like. I was beginning to think it was an elusive creature much like the unicorn.” I smile.
“Well,” he smirks, “I am in possession of a horn.”
I playfully smack his upper arm as I giggle with his statement. He gives me his full smile with beautiful dimples I know very few ever see. His eyes sparkle for a few seconds before his smile leads to something a bit darker, a bit sexier.
Tristan kisses my lips slowly, lovingly, before he slides out from inside me, much to my dislike. I think I even whine a bit because I don’t want to lose this, lose us. “Don’t worry, Petal. I’m not going far.”
He slides his condom off and discreetly disposes of it. He retrieves another from his bedside table drawer before straddling my body once more. “Tristan, wait.”
“What is it?” he asks as he draws a lazy pattern across my navel.
“I was actually going to ask if we could… not use a condom this time.” I look away, slightly embarrassed, even though I was just begging him for filthy things less than thirty minutes ago.
“Don’t hide from me.” He cups my face and forces my gaze back to his. “I would love nothing more than to feel you bare around me…”