"Yeah, sweetheart?" he responds in a raspy voice. He knows what he's doing.
He moves my hair that's sticking to my damp face. My jaw angles up toward him, my back arching so my nipples are pressed against his chest. Our mouths don't touch, instead we tease each other with the promise of more debauchery. Abandon desire lights my body up like a diamond under the sun. My body is shaking, toes curling, fingers struggling to hold on as utter rapture grips me.
"Nothing… nothing feels this good," I tell him, eyes closed in ecstasy. "How are you holding on?" My entire body quivers. I'm struggling to not finish.
"Look at me."
I open my eyes and find a slight curl on James’s lips. His gaze says everything.
"Do I look like I don't know what I'm doing? I know your body like a book, Aubrey. It belongs to me. Your pussy, your body, your heart. It's all mine."
Coming from his words alone wouldn't be a first for me.
A saucy huff rolls off my lips. I should've known he'd say that. James bends back slightly to pull out. He watches his cock leave my pussy only to plunge back in without shame. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen him do. He's in a state of unrestrained euphoria while he does it, and it's magnificent.
He's shaking under me now and I know if I move my hips just a fraction, he'll lose control and come. If I breathe too deeply, he'll come.
I grind my hips forward and ride James, feeling the ridges of his cock and taking him in me the way I know he loves. Gritty sex is James's middle name. There's a deepness inside of him that only I can reach.
Rising up on his knees, he leans into me until my back is on the mattress again. Red petals and soft, white feathers breeze around us like it's snowing. He's driving into me like he's determined to show me who's in charge.
"Baby," I say, and he knows what I mean.
I straighten one leg so it's up against his leg and then hook the other around his hip, pushing him farther inside me. We gasp in unison as he slips in deeper at this angle. It's tight as a fist for James and just the right angle for me to come soon.
My hands roam his broad backside, groping every inch of him as he carries us to a higher level. James is hammering into me with finesse. We’re both dewy from the damp air when we finally climax together. Nails score his beautiful ink but never tear him, and my toes curl around the rose petals. An unabashed moan rolls off my lips. James is coming inside of me. I can feel his cock twitching and his warmth filling me. The walls of my pussy suck him dry until he's emptied inside of me.
"I have no words." I say the first thing on my mind. His cum leaks out between us and I can feel the stickiness of it on my thighs and dripping down my ass. We're both breathing hard and I have a feeling he's about to pull out, so I hold him for a second and just look into his eyes. I smile as he meets my gaze and use my thumbs to trace his lips.
I bring my mouth to his and he cups the back of my head at the same time, rolling us to the side. My legs sandwich his, and his wet and used cock slips out of me and lays against my thigh. He has no shame between the sheets and I love that he's so free. I glance between us and smirk at the way his cock glistens, laying there like I completely used him.
I guess I did.
"You're welcome," he responds, and I giggle.
"That was incredible. I can't believe you remembered when I mentioned the candles to you. That was like forever ago."
He smiles proudly. We had ordered some sex toys online on a whim. Since we'd already had so many things in our cart that I wanted to try out first, I figured I'd get the candle next time, among a few other things that had caught my eye. I'm glad he took it upon himself to get it for us.
James shifts to fully turn his body toward mine. He twirls my dark hair around one of his fingers and gives it a little tug. My gaze shifts to his chest that holds a giant lion's face inked into his skin. I look into its black eyes. They lure me with interest and in a strange sense remind me of James. The lion’s mane is full of vivacious colors mixed with black lines that are intertwined. I look at it and feel alive. I feel inspired. I feel wild passion. But most of all, I feel James. A silent but strong man who is all mine.
"Aubrey?" he says, and I look up at him with a lazy smile. "Do you ever think about the future? Like, our future?"
I swallow a little rougher and turn onto my side to prop my elbow up and place my jaw in my hand. "Yes."
"How come you never talk to me about it?" His brows start to form a frown but he masks it.
"It's nerve-wracking, I guess. My future only has you in it, but I don't know if what we each want is the same thing. I’d hate to risk the argument that would probably ensue right after if we saw different things."
We're both quiet for a moment. He twirls my hair again.
"I definitely have that fear myself. You're young, you probably want babies. As much as I'd love to have a child with you and see you become a mother, I think I'm past my time. I don't want to be eighty when my child goes to college. I'll be lucky if I live that long."
I don't say anything because I don't know what to say.
The truth is, I'm torn myself. We've been wrapped in this bubble we both created that I never really thought about if I wanted kids or not with him. I want to be angry that James is basically telling me kids aren't an option. Sure, I'd love to create a family with the man I love, but in all honestly, the selfish part of me is fine with just having him, and only him, to myself for the rest of my life.
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