Page 47 of Learning to Trust

David's body molded to mine perfectly as I held him close, snapped my hips, and rammed my cock deep. His nipples tightened to hard buds as I twisted and pinched them in turn. David groaned, his ass meeting my every thrust. I peppered his back and shoulders with kisses, tasting the salty bite of sweat. Taking my weight, I slid a hand beneath David and fisted his cock causing him to lose his rhythm for a moment or two.

“Sir, please.”

“What do you want, Baby?”

“Sir, I need—”

“What do you need?”

“Sir—” David groaned loudly as he struggled to retain control over his body.

His cock pulsed in my hand leaking precum over my fingers, allowing them to slide easily back and forth over his length. His cock felt like steel encased in soft satin making my need for him skyrocket.

I kissed down the side of his neck. “You can come, Baby.”

“But Sir.”

“You can come, David.”

His cock vibrated in my hand, David's ass clenched around my cock and my hand was flooded with cum. It came together to push me over. I shouted his name and emptied my load into his ass before collapsing against his back. Fuck it felt good taking him bare for the first time. I'd been happy to get our results back to confirm what we had already known. We were both clean.

“Sir—Breath,” David wheezed from beneath my weight.

I rolled off to one side, but not wanting to let David go, I pulled him into my arms. He rested his head against my chest, and one arm across my waist.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Get some sleep, Baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

David's breathing slowed and I felt him relax as he drifted off. I looked down at his face to find his expression was peaceful, free of strain, and relaxed.

In my heart, I knew things were changing and I was fucking terrified.

***

David had left earlier in the morning, hopefully, refreshed after a good night's sleep. My assurance that I would not sleep with him had proven false when I'd drifted off myself. It had been almost six when I'd woken to find us a tangle of limbs, extracted myself, and crawled from the bed. I had never slept through the night with anyone.

Returning to my room, I crawled between the covers and lay thinking about how I was changing. It appeared I had no control over the changes, and it scared me to death. I was a Dom who prided himself on setting rigid rules and not breaking them.

I heard the shower running in the playroom and after a short time, David's footsteps padded along the hallway to my room. I feigned sleep as he checked on me before leaving.

The day was spent with a long run up the beach and a cooling swim before I collapsed on a towel beneath a large umbrella and opened the latest crime novel from my favorite author that I’d been wanting to read for weeks.

A few hours later, I had no clue about the plot of the story. My thoughts had been focused on the man who was turning my life upside down.

***

Checking in the mirror one last time, I straightened my black and blue striped tie, pushed a stray hair back in place, pulled a black jacket on over a sky-blue shirt that I'd paired with black pants, and made my way downstairs.

After swiping my keys from a small table in the foyer, I set the alarm, left the house, and locked the door. It was exactly seven when I rang David's doorbell, our reservation was for half past.

David opened the door, and all moisture fled my mouth. He was dressed in black pants, white shirt, bright pink tie, and pink jacket. His shoulder length curls were pulled back neatly into a ponytail—the jury was out on how I felt about that, but the man looked fucking amazing.

Stepping forward, I pulled him into my arms and crashed my lips down on his for a toe-curling kiss. As I stepped back, I pulled the band from his hair and teased out his curls.

"Better." The jury had agreed on a decision—the curls needed to be free.