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Jessikah

I want nothing but to go to my room and let Paul have his way with me. But the thought of him seeing me naked is making my heart pound and my thoughts race.

“Hey, sweet girl. Relax, you are in control,” Paul says, pulling me into his arms as he begins to sway back and forth. He hums a song I am not familiar with. His eyes lowering to mine, staring like he is looking at something he will cherish for the rest of his life.

“What song is that?” I ask, my head lowering to his chest.

“ Little Bit More by Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show,” Paul mumbles, between humming the song and swaying with me.

I want to ask him more about the song, but his hand on my neck and the other resting above my ass has lulled me into a sense of safety. Being in his arms has made me feel secure. He hasn’t pushed anything with me, but has encouraged me to explore my femininity.

“Paul, where did you come from?” I enquire, closing my eyes as his heartbeat forces mine to match. We are one unit swaying back and forth. Me and my biker, a safety I have never felt before.

“You were placed on my path, and I don’t ever plan on letting you go. You are my angel, the one woman in the entire universe that makes me content. You give me a higher purpose. My angel,” he whispers, his chin resting on the top of my head.

No other words were spoken. We stood in the middle of my living room dancing to the music Paul hummed. Sometimes he would stop humming, other times he would sing other songs, all soothing and all I could do was give into the mood.

***

A yawn from Paul made our dance stop. He tried to get away, but I asked him to stay. It didn’t take much persuasion for him to agree and now here we are. Him in the bathroom doing his nightly routine and me lying on my bed in my shorts and tank top.

“Baby, I can sleep on the couch,” he says, pointing to the door, but his eyes never leaving my body.

“Handsome, I am pretty sure the member in your pants will argue with you about wanting to sleep on the couch.” I giggle, nodding to the impressive bulge in his pants.

“He can get over it.” He adjusts his bulge and does a little squat before his hand leaves his crotch.

“Okay then, I will be offended if you give up sleeping in the bed beside me to sleep on the couch. I will think that you don’t find me…” His finger hits my lips, and his face comes into my view.

“Got it. Don’t offend my woman.” He places his lips against my forehead and crawls in beside me. He gets comfortable lying with his head on one of the pillows, one hand tucked behind his head the other laying across his stomach.

“You are the only woman that has captured not only my attention, but it’s like your soul reached out to mine and became my other half,” he declares, slowly turning his head to look at me.

I stand and place a knee on the bed, slowly crawling toward him. When I get within reach, he moves his hand from his stomach and places it beside his head and smirks as my legs go over his hips and my hands hit his chest.

His eyes lower and darken. He licks his lips and groans before cursing under his breath. “I have dreamed of you in this position, but you have no clothes on, and I am buried inside your cunt.”

I grind my hips a little, my fingers spreading across his chest. He has a tattoo on both sides of his chest. “What do the tattoos mean?” I ask, using my fingers to slowly trace over each tattoo.

“The Ying and Yang fish is to show the balance I fought for in my life. It took years to find the right balance. A balance between my personal life, my professional life and my biker life. The other one is for my pops. He was known as the chihuahua. He was all bark and no bite until he needed to use his small stature to make you learn your place,” he rumbles and moves his hands to my knees and slides his hands up to my hips.

“Your skin is so soft, baby girl,” his voice is low, husky and his eyes are watching the path his hands make, but they continue up the curve at my waist and up to the swell of my breast. “You have too many clothes on,” he mumbles.

“The same could be said for you.” I smirk, running my hands underneath his shirt and over his abs.

“You are in control here. We only do what you…” He moans as I rake my nails across his abs and down to the happy trail leading to the waistband of his underpants.

“That’s the thing, Paul. For the first time in years, you have been the man that has spiked my desire and made me crave things I had thought I’d never feel. You make me want to give my submission to you and never ask for it back,” I state, looking into his eyes.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he demands, dropping his hands to the bed. I roll to the side and get off the bed. I decide I am going to feel sexy while I remove my clothes.

Turning my back to the bed, I start to move my hips side to side. I drop my hands to my side and slide them up, pulling my shorts up slightly and letting them drop.

“Turn around. I want to see your face,” he states, causing me to startle, and slowly turn to face him.