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I sealed our lips, the kiss salty with her tears. I didn’t know if she was crying because she was happy, or just emotional, but whatever the case I wouldn’t make her feel like she was weak because of them. Emotions weren’t weak, and those who showed them displayed their power. They allowed for vulnerability and allowed me to see her strength.
I carried her inside, too cold for the both of us out here. I stripped her coat off, then mine, our shoes too, before I hovered above her on the bed.
“Make love to me,” she gasped, taking my hand and sliding it over her heat. I gripped her through her leggings, and her head touched the bedding. “Please.”
She didn’t know what she was asking, my nose touching hers. We’d been together many times, but most had been about taking control for me, expressing power, dominance. I scanned her eyes. “I don’t know if I’m good at that.”
I wasn’t good at being gentle, tender. Even when she’d asked me to make love to her before, it hadn’t been like that.
She touched my face. “That is what you’re good at,” she stated, kissing my mouth open, and I growled. I brought her arms up, and her hips rose to meet mine. “Loving me? You’re so good at it. Great at.”
I kissed her, hard, and my eyes itched, her moans in my mouth, her gasps beneath me. If loving her was what she needed, I would.
I couldn’t do anything else.
“I fucking love you,” I gritted, pinching her lower lips. She sighed, and I caught her bottom lip between my teeth. “And I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
I was going to take care of her because she was my home, my light in the storm.
My calm in the chaos.
Our tongues dueled, her shirt up, her tit under my palm. I squeezed, and when she growled, I sucked her hard through the lace.
“Dorian, oh my fucking God.” She reached for the bed posts, her hips rocking, her sex hungry. I could smell her, and I didn’t even have her pants off. She looped her legs around me, but I forced them off, then up. I had her hips above me when I worked her leggings down.
I took her panties with them, tossing them off before guiding her pussy up to my mouth.
Fucking heaven, my dick kicking against my boxers, Sloane’s thighs squeezing my face. She was trying to suffocate me, but I’d die a happy fucking man.
“Please. Please,” she begged, touching herself, her breast in her hand. The other hand gripped the shit out of my hair, and there was no sexier sight than watching her wriggle, her shirt above her breasts, her body flush and her mouth open. No one could make her feel this way but me.
I blew heat over her sex, not letting her forget that. I unstrapped her bra while I tasted her, my tongue flicking, greedy. “Touch yourself, baby.”
I replaced my tongue with her fingers, licking around both of them and her clit. Her sticky heat weaved around her fingers and across my tongue.
“Dorian, I’m going to come.” She said this, but she didn’t pull her pussy away, her body midair and grinding against my face. I pinched her nipple, and the sound that escaped her lips bordered on painful. She shoved at my shoulders. “No.”
“Yes.” I let her rock, nose deep in her scent, her heat. I let go of her nipple to hold her to my mouth. I had no problem with her coming on my face, and she did, beautifully.
Her body quivered, her juices flooding into my mouth. I sucked them up and was greedy as shit about it.
“Dorian,” she gasped out my name, still midair. Her hair was down, and she wriggled like a mermaid in the sheets, a sea of ebony locks around her, perfect, gorgeous.
After she came, I brought her up to me by her hair and didn’t stop kissing her until she tasted how good she was, until she experienced what it was to be with her. She said I made her feel safe, but she had no idea what she did to me. She wasn’t just safety for me, and she wasn’t just home. She made me feel human.
She made me feel alive.
I kissed her hard into the sheets, pinning her until her hips once again started moving against mine. I tugged my shirt off, skin on skin, flesh on flesh.
“Get naked with me.” She forced my pants down, the hottest fucking thing when she said that to me. It didn’t just feel like that in the physical sense. At least to me. I felt so exposed with her and let her tug my jeans and boxers down. I sprang to the first section of my abs, and I let her use her hips to take me to my back. She grinned. “That’s better.”
Squeezing her thighs, I brought her hips down to meet mine, making us both call out, and all I did was rub her against me. “Fuck.”
A veil of her hair surrounded us, our kisses heated, our bodies wet with sweat. I hugged her so close I borderline suffocated us both.
“Dorian…” Soft kisses on my lips, tender, sweet. She was more delicate than I could ever be.
Perhaps that was why we worked.
