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“Have you ever thought about the way a cat or dog is so willing to touch and be touched? Be my pet. Let me touch you, pet you. ”
“I haven’t earned this gift, Mistress. ”
“I have. ” There was a sudden fierceness to her, a ripple of something that suggested that this moment had not been planned as part of the program. However, he was learning there were tremendous benefits to not arguing with a Mistress.
He put his knee on the couch and lurched, catching himself as their surface moved like a waterbed. They were back in the oasis under a Van Gogh starry night sky. While they floated on a human-sized lily pad, smaller clusters drifted by, their white blooms scenting the air. The night was filled with frog warblings.
He caught himself on his elbow to keep from falling on her, which put his other hand in the perfect place to cup her face, his thumb tracing her collarbone. One of her hands was at his ribs, the other at his hip, steadying him as he got accustomed to the sensual undulation of the water at their every movement. The edges of the pad cupped up, keeping the water from them.
“How do you do that?”
“I don’t. Not always. After so many years, I anticipate His thoughts and plan, the settings He gives me, but sometimes He alters what I imagine. I’d intended you to make love to me on the couch. He liked this better. ”
“So do I. ” He was suddenly, intensely aware of the fact his body was laid upon hers full length, her thighs cradling his hips, nothing between them. “Would you like me to switch places, my lady, so you can ride me to your pleasure?”
“No. ” Her eyes were luminous, filled with the stars ab
ove, making him dizzy. “I don’t need to be on top to be your Mistress. After all, you’re waiting on my permission, aren’t you?”
He couldn’t deny it. “May I kiss you?”
“Not yet. ” She tilted her hips. With the pressure of her hands on his buttocks, she angled him so his head pushed in, sunk into her wet heat like the answer to every fear or question he’d ever had. He couldn’t help resting his forehead on hers, swamped by the sensation. Emotions flooded him, along with the desire to move.
He stiffened, lifting his head. “I didn’t…Mistress, forgive me. Protection… Do you need it here? I know it’s a little late to be thinking of it…” She framed his face with her hands, her voice husky. “No. This is a place where protection isn’t an option, in any form. It pleases me that you thought of protecting me, though. ”
“I wish I could destroy the part of me you call Jonathan. ” He blurted it out. “You were right, a moment ago. It’s so deep inside me…” The sound that he forced out of his throat was too harsh to be a laugh, too bitter to be a sob. “I’m never going to deserve you. ”
“Hush,” she said, her fingers brushing his lips. She moved her hands, cupped her palms over the small of his back. Tightening her legs on the swell of his buttocks, she lifted up to him, taking him more deeply and presenting her breasts to his suddenly dry mouth. “Move inside of me. Slow. Strong. ”
He obeyed. It was torturous, feeling her walls slide along his length, convulse against him, the firm pressure of her tiny clit against his pubic area, the feel of her body everywhere it touched him. Stroking, gripping, moonlight on the arch of her throat. The gratifying sounds of her increasing breaths, her cry of pleasure as he bent his head and suckled her breasts in turn, bit her throat, trying in every way he knew to increase her pleasure.
He wanted to make her climax as shattering as he was sure his was going to be, if she permitted him the reward. Each slow and even stroke made it far more difficult to hold back, particularly when she showed no signs of letting him release. But even more than the desire to climax, he wanted this moment to go on forever, bask in her pleasure at his touch and their joining. It was too open on her face to be feigned, too obvious in the clutch of her limbs.
He wished he could kiss her mouth, that final and most precious gift of intimacy.
Though he was tempted past bearing to do so with her so close beneath him, her chin rubbing his head as he suckled her again, nipped her, he didn’t. For she had forbidden him to kiss her. He didn’t want to do anything to stop this moment.
It brought him back to moments with other Mistresses, moments somewhat like this when their love and response had been offered as freely as Dona’s was now. He could see those moments now with new eyes. Every drop of love freely offered could have been another restorative to his sick soul. Healing had always been within his reach, but his fears had been greater.
With the truths his Mistress of Redemption had shown him came the knowledge of all he had done and all he must do to make it right to earn the love of a Mistress like Dona. But he didn’t want one like Dona. He wanted her. Was that ridiculous, like the soldier falling for his nurse?
Maybe it was a twisted sort of Stockholm Syndrome, or an attachment to the first woman who’d offered justice and love in the same touch. His gut, which had been well honed to identify the nuances of a woman’s moods to take advantage of her, sensed what lay between the two of them was far more than that. She’d said they were soul mates, hadn’t she?
When she tightened her muscles on him, he gasped, his fingers curling into her dark hair. “Mistress. ”
“Harder now. Stronger. Let me feel how strong you are,” she whispered. “How savage your passion can be when it’s unleashed honestly. ” He didn’t need a second invitation or further explanation. Scooping his arm under her waist, he clamped her to him, held both of their weights on one arm as he surged into her. Thrusting his cock hard and deep, he watched her eyes glaze, her mouth open, that beautiful neck arch back even further, inviting. Her fingers dug into his buttocks and he didn’t disappoint her, continuing the deep thrusts, fully withdrawing on each stroke to tease her sensitive opening and clit, feeling how she slid slickly over him.
Their boat rocked, adding to the sensation with the uncontrolled response to their passion. The world tilted around them.
“My name. ” He suddenly had that one desperate demand. “Please. ”
“Nathan. My heart. My soul mate. ” It came to her lips so easily, he knew it had to be truth. She knew the purest part of who he was. He was here between her legs now, giving her all of himself, all she would allow. With an overwhelming desire he’d never allowed himself to feel, he wanted to give it all. He didn’t want to be afraid, just wanted to give everything to her, even if she slashed him to ribbons. As they drew closer to climax, the power of it immersed him. He could tell she was experiencing the same connection. Light was rising, surrounding them both as if they were about to detonate and create a new star.
He bent his head, fully intending to capture her lips with his own, feeling that he could dare it now. However, her hand came up at the last moment, pressing against his mouth. He had to content himself with sucking on those fingertips, licking the tender crevices. Suckling on her palm, he fastened his teeth on her wrist pulse as she convulsed beneath him, cried out, her legs tightening on him.
“Go…now…” It was barely coherent, but he thanked whatever Powers there were for her mercy as his cock pulsed in response to the release of her pussy. He jetted deep inside her, groaning as her body gripped him like a fist. He made love to her, fucked her, gave and took from her in every way possible to bring her pleasure, his thighs taut beneath her questing fingertips, shoulder muscles standing out as he gave her every ounce of strength he had. Serving her pleasure to the last vibration of her climax, he thought of nothing else but that, no future plans or past failures. There was just now.
Their natural green boat swayed with them, adding to the pleasure, a rhythm controlled by a power far beyond both of them and far more ancient.
