Page 17 of Dared
It was easily one of the best moments of my life. Knowing I could give in to my most secret urges and that it also met Luisa’s own kinks, it reconfirmed the thought I’d had the first night I’m met her: I’d finally found my soulmate. Luisa was the perfect woman for me, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life proving myself worthy of her.
“I love you,” I whispered against her pussy.
Before she could respond, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down lightly while shoving two fingers into her channel. She shrieked as her orgasm hit her, shaking against my face until she finally sagged against her restraints with a long, satisfied sigh.
I hopped to my feet, releasing her wrists and pulling her back into the front of my body. I hugged her close, reaching around her from behind while I rubbed at the red marks on her wrist.
“Do these hurt?” I whispered, my lips teasing the shell of her ear. “Were your restraints too tight?”
“I am completely unaware of anything other than the happy throbbing in my pussy,” she whispered, her voice dreamy. “I really needed that.”
I slid to the floor, bringing her with me so I could cradle her in my lap. Luisa cuddled into me, her head resting on my shoulder, one arm wrapped around my waist.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked solicitously.
“That was so good,” she told me, looking into my eyes. “It was perfect, all of it. Just the right amount of pain and pleasure.”
We heard a discreet knock on the door, letting us know that we were reaching the end of our time. It was amazing how quickly an hour passed when you were cocooned in one of these rooms exploring your fantasies.
“We should probably get moving,” I said regretfully.
“I want nothing more than to lick your pussy until we both pass out from pleasure,” she said softly. “How about we go back to my place and not get out of bed until Sunday?”
“Sunday? What if we get hungry?” I teased.
“We’ll call for Uber Eats,” she said. “They know me anyway. I never cook.”
“I don’t really cook either,” I confessed.
We’d have to figure out a long term plan once I convinced her to marry me.
“That’s okay, we won’t starve.”
Luisa gave me a searching look. “Did you mean what you said before?” she asked.
I knew immediately what she was referring to. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but I didn’t regret doing so. It felt right at the time.
“Yeah,” I nodded emphatically while maintaining eye contact. “I love you, Luisa. I have been in love with you almost since the beginning.”
Technically I’d known it the minute I’d laid eyes on her, but I figured I should try to at least try to play it cool. Luisa was a bit skittish about love and relationships and I didn’t want to freak her out. But then she surprised me.
“I love you too, you know,” she said.
“You do?” I could hear the surprise in my voice. It made her smile.
“Yeah, I do,” she said. “I’d given up on finding love after getting burned so many times. I figured I’d move to Seattle and be the cool aunt when my friends have kids, but now maybe I can be the cool mom instead.”
“You’ll make a great mom,” I said, as I pictured her rocking a baby.
“So will you,” she responded. “The best thing about being a parent is you can learn from all your parents’ mistakes and do better.”
Luisa’s words soothed a doubt I wasn’t even aware that I had. It was uncanny how well she understood me already. I’d never even considered being a parent, but the minute the words left her lips I wanted it more than anything.
There was another knock on the door, this one firmer. We needed to move out.
“Put on some clothes, baby. It’s time to go home.”
Luisa popped to her feet and extended her hand, giving me an impish smile.
