Bad Bad Girl

Coley looked up into the eyes of Vance. “Is this us? Are you and I finally together?”

Vance lowered his lips to hers as he drove deeper within. “Yes, baby. This is us. This is the way it should’ve always been. This is how it will always be.”

He thrust his cock in and out of her pussy at a slow and steady pace while placing erotic and tantalizing kisses along the top of her shoulder and the edge of her collarbone. Coley closed her eyes and focused on the orgasm that was closing in. Her body responded to every thrust, to every kiss. She moaned as the energy built from her inner depths.

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come around me. I want to feel your pleasure squeeze my cock,” Vance murmured.

Coley’s moans became louder. Her desire grew with each steady push. She wrapped her arms tighter around his back, pulling him even closer as the orgasm washed over, taking her breath away.

“That’s my girl. Come,” Vance directed as he pressed his cock deeper and harder.

“Oh, God! Vance!” Coley screamed as the orgasm built to an intensity that shook her entire body.

Vance pressed harder with every plunge, harder, faster. His breathing turned frenzied and his moan turned to a growl as he drove his cock deep within, filling her with his completion.

“Coley! Yes, Coley,” he groaned as he pumped his seed forcefully inside her satiated pussy.

Their bodies remained intertwined, relishing the bliss of truly making love. Truly feeling the way sex should always be. Allowing the love, feeling the true, pure and everlasting passion they both only imagined.

“This is love, right?” Coley asked as she snuggled against the crook of Vance’s arm.

“Yes, I have no doubt,” Vance replied with a soft and reassuring kiss to the top of her head.

Coley woke to the steady breathing of Vance. Opening her eyes to find him sleeping beside her made her heart melt. Happiness, excitement, and then fear filled her body. She couldn’t help but wonder if she made the right decision. Giving her heart to him was not something she was used to, or comfortable with. She could get hurt. Escapism wanted to kick in.

Vance began to stir and rolled over to encircle her in his warm embrace. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

His sleepy voice, disheveled hair and his loving touch made Coley want to curl up against his chest and milk up the affection. Yet, there was still the self doubt that loomed.

Coley took a deep breath. “Vance, I’m wondering if we moved too fast. I mean, we were pretty intense last night, and maybe we just got caught up in the moment.”

Vance positioned his body so he was leaning up on his elbow so he could clearly look into Coley’s eyes. “Do you really mean that? Because last night was pretty amazing. I meant every word and every action made.”

Coley had opened the door, the door of doubt. Nothing good ever came out of it once she did.

“It just seems fast. Too fast for us to have such intense feelings don’t you think?”

Vance’s sleepy features turned into a frown. “No it doesn’t. Coley, we have known each other for years. We just never acted on our feelings. I don’t think this is fast at all.”

The door of doubt continued to open.

Coley sat up in the bed. “And I uh… well… I know I said I could accept your lifestyle. But I’m second guessing that. I’m not sure this is something for me. You said it yourself, I’m independent.”

Vance sat up and grabbed both of Coley’s hands. A look of concern washed over his face. “Don’t do this. Don’t try to stop this, Coley. You and I have something really special. I know it with everything I have. Don’t let your worries get in the way.”

Coley shook her head. “I think we both just got wrapped up in the romance of the wedding. I really don’t think I can give you what you want.”

“Coley—”

“Vance, I just am not going to be able to allow you to spank me. I can’t be the submissive girlfriend that I know you want,” she interrupted.

“Coley, I don’t want you to be anyone you aren’t. I want you, the way you are.”

“Can you give up Domestic Discipline?” Coley asked.

“No.”

Coley knew the answer. It’s why she asked it. Domestic Discipline had nothing to do with this. Not really. This was about her fear, her doubt and her inability to just let something good like this happen. She knew if she used his lifestyle, it would be her easy ticket out.

“Well, I can’t give you my submission.”

And with that, Coley had just opened the door of doubt, walked through it, and shut it behind her.

“Bullshit!” Vance got out of the bed and quickly pulled on his pants. His muscled chest captured Coley’s attention for a split second until the fury in his eyes pulled her glare to his.