Page 121 of One More Chance
And she sank down onto me: methodical, slow, deliberate. Her breath caught as she took me in inch by inch. My mouth fell open, a sound escaping that was part groan, part prayer.
I was home. Buried inside her. Owned. Forgiven.
She began to ride me, smooth and controlled. She dragged every ounce of desperation from me as her fingers laced into my hair.
“Do not touch me,” she warned, her voice trembling now with her own need. “Not until I say.”
I nodded, biting into my lip to force back the primal urge to grab her hips, to thrust savagely into her, to claim her.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine with aching sweetness. “When I say, you’ll let go. Not a second before.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, trembling underneath her. The weight of her love disguised as domination overwhelmed my senses.
And I waited, on the edge of madness, for her command.
She rode me slowly at first, her rhythm deliberate and devastating. Every movement squeezed the air from my lungs, her warmth gripping me like a velvet vise. Her hands were on my chest, grounding herself as she moved, her nails grazing over my skin. She was in charge, watching me with that fire in her eyes and I was barely holding it together.
“Sloane,” I groaned, teeth gritted, every muscle in my body straining as if they would burst. “I-I’m so close.”
“I know,” she whispered, voice steady but her breathing ragged. “But you do not come until I do. You do not finish until I say.”
She picked up the pace, hips moving in that perfect rhythm. Her body trembled, and I felt it. She was close too. We were right on the edge together, teetering over a precipice made of love and forgiveness.
“You’re doing so well,” she panted, her voice rough, her own heat spilling out into her words. “Such a good boy.”
Good boy.
Those words undid something in me. My eyes clenched shut as I fought to hold back the impending orgasm.
Then her voice: “Come with me.”
Permission. That was all it took.
I let go and shattered, exploding inside her as she cried out, her body tightening around me, her own climax crashing through her like a hurricane. We clung to each other, locked together, our bodies shaking, unraveling and binding all at once.
For a second, my vision blackened, stars prickling the edges of my sight. I caught her as she collapsed to the side, her breath coming in soft gasps against my neck. My body twitched against hers, nerves still alight, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sloane, that was… you were incredible," I gasped, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Fuck me.”
She gave a dazed little hum, her voice muffled against my chest. “Hmm. I can't right now. My legs hurt.”
I burst out laughing, the sound muffled into her hair. “Yeah, I guess three minutes of high intensity cardio is pretty tough for anyone.”
She smacked my shoulder with the strength of a drunk kitten. “Oh, shut up. It was more like four. I added an extra minute with my commands, thank you very much.”
“You should teach a class,” I said, chuckling as I pulled the blanket over us. “Dominate your husband in ten minutes or less.”
“Step one,” she murmured, curling into me with a sleepy grin, “make him beg for it.”
“Nailed it,” I said, pulling her closer as we lay tangled together, the afterglow warm between us.
We didn’t speak for a long time. There was only the sound of our breathing, the way our hearts pounded together like war drums turning into lullabies.
Afterwards, she looked at me, breathless and glowing, a soft smile curving her lips. “You are my everything.”
“As you are mine, my love.”
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