Page 118 of Pas de Trois
It could be a dream, but I’m thankful it’s not.
Anya and I are together in bed, in our cozy townhome in Philadelphia.
We lay on our sides, facing one another, only Anya has just pulled me from the only peaceful slumber I’ve had in months. I’m okay with it because reality is better than the dream of her.
We fell asleep naked, tangled in each other after an extended fuck session. It’s still dark in the room and a quick glance at the bright red numbers on the digital clock behind her on the nightstand tells me its three o’clock in the morning.
I can’t see her clearly in the dark, but I can see her well enough to make out the curved line of her smile. Her fingers softly trail up and down along my arm. Her coldness is gone. The icy exterior she used to shield herself as a slave has melted away, leaving her bare and exposed to me in her rawest, truest form.
I would move mountains for this woman.
She snuggles in close and presses her lips to mine, just a brush to test my interest. I’m tired, but I’m still fucking interested. I move a little closer and so does she, parting her lips and sliding her tongue along the seam of mine. I run my hand over her hip, slipping down to her knee, and I slowly lift her leg, encouraging her to wrap it over mine.
We kiss for minutes, slow and deep and relaxed. There’s no rushing, no urgent need for release. Just the feel of us together without limits or fear. As my cock gradually thickens, I wedge it between her legs. I reach down between us to rub her clit, feeling how wet she already is for me. Without hurry, I angle and push my cock inside her, my hand on her lower back dragging her closer. She sighs into my mouth and I taste her love on my tongue.
We hold each other this way, kissing deeply, hips rocking slowly. I can’t think of a better way to wake up. We rock and grind lazily, making love with our bodies connected deeply. The craziest thing is that I don’t even need to come—and I don’t think she needs it, either. This grinding is about our connection and the connection alone feels like heaven on Earth.
In fact, neither of us come this way.
We rock, we caress, we kiss, we moan.
And at some point along the way, we fall asleep like this, tangled up in each other.
Together.
In love.
Free and finally home.
