Page 15 of Whole Again

“Dom, please don’t stop, I want this, I want you to be my first,” I declared, frantic for him to carry on.

“I have to tell you that there is no going back from this, so if you have any doubts . . .”

“I don’t.”

No further words were exchanged as his lips covered mine, our bodies doing all of our talking for us now. As his tongue overpowered mine, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me whilst never stopping the rotation of his thumb. I spread my legs wider and wider until all I was was his, and his alone. My arms wrapped around his broad back, pulling and holding him against me and then my legs instinctively followed suit, enclosing him in my embrace and my body.

My feral cry was muffled by Dom’s mouth that absorbed every last whimper as my body seemed to suffer some kind of seizure; thrusting, writhing, and trembling as my orgasm broke. It felt as though every muscle in my body had gone into spasm and I was no longer in control of anything. I felt hot and cold, tense and lax, this was like nothing I had ever felt before.

Dom coaxed me down and then kissed me again, more gently now with his hands back on my face. I lifted his hand so that I could see it, still glistening with my own arousal. For no reason I knew, I brought it to my lips to kiss each finger in turn.

“I love your fingers,” I said honestly.

Dom smiled. “Thank you. Are you sure you want me to be your first?”

“Yes, absolutely.” I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want. “You. Your fingers are already my first,” Suddenly I felt emotional.

“What’s wrong.” Concern was etched in each word.

“I was trying to escape sadness when I first met you. I was lost and had no clue how I would feel anything that didn’t hurt ever again. I know this isn’t exactly conventional, but you take away the pain, Dom. With you I feel safe and happy. Whole again. You’ve healed me.”

“Didn’t I tell you I would keep you safe and restore your smile?”

I nodded.

“I think we healed each other.”

Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and gently stroked it.

“Do you really love me?” he asked.

Even if he didn’t feel the same, I refused to lie. “Yes.”

“You should know that I love you too . . . I might have loved you from the first time I saw you and if I am your first, I will also be your last, me and my fingers,” he told me seriously before he carried me to bed, his bed.

The End