Page 45 of Royal Pain

“What exactly does that mean? Looks like I’m the one holding you.”

I roll her over with no effort. Now her wrists and arms and legs are under my command. Taking both wrists in one hand, I pull up her nightclothes. Doesn’t look like she’s hating giving up the pretense of power.

“I guess I was fooling myself,” she laughs.

The smile she wears and the look in her eyes says she knows exactly how to please me. Doesn’t matter both of us know I’d do her bidding, follow her lead, say yes to whatever she desires. I want her more than I’ve ever desired anyone or anything.

I start kissing her neck, delicate wrists still in my grasp. My free hand moves over heaving breasts with hardened nipples. Oh yeah. My mouth finds them and takes everything I want. Her hips rise with the sensations.

“Oh baby,” I say half whispering.

My dick is pressing against her pussy and I’m grinding slowly. She spreads her legs, then closes them and stretches, then does it again. Jesus Christ. That’s good. My breathing quickens and hers does too. I loosen my grasp and her fingers go to her mouth. The lips I love to kiss. She pulls the bottom one down just a bit, showing me exactly where my dick would be happy. But first I want to kiss her like she deserves. Even in the morning her breath is sweet.

We kiss and all thought of control leaves me. We’re far beyond that kind of thinking. She’s in my arms, I’m under her spell and she mine. We’re side by side, her on top, me on top, rolling in the deep. Few words pass between us. They would be superfluous.

It’s all feeling now, senses sharpened by the feel of her skin, the smell of our lovemaking, the sight of nipple and clit, ass and dick. Her face. It’s as sexually stimulating as any of the more obvious choices. When I’m looking in the blue pools that are her eyes, or the tender pout of her lips, I’m taken away. There’s a paradise only she and I occupy, and that face takes me there.

In the background, the rain builds its fury. With a thunderous crack we belong to the thunder.