He pushed my legs open wider, pinning them open with his hands as he licked harder and faster.

I thought I was going to die from pleasure. It was so good that I wasn’t sure I liked it because it drove me so far beyond the boundaries of control.

He wasn’t acting or trying to be dominant. He owned me…and it was thrilling and liberating and terrifying.

He thrust his fingers into my pussy again, finding my G-spot and grinding against it. I was whimpering, pleading for another orgasm, now a mindless puddle at the mercy of his talented fingers and tongue. I came, unable to recognize anything but the sensation for long moments as it rocked through me.

And still he kept going, riding that orgasm out until it blended with another and then another. My hips were bucking involuntarily against his arms, as though I was trying to escape the intensity of it while my brain could only crest each wave of divine pleasure and demand more.

It felt like he’d melted my bones and my brain with them. I was limp and wanton with pleasure, desperate to make him feel a fraction of what he had just done for me.

He peppered me with tiny little kisses, until I said, “Please, Alex…let me make you feel good too.”

I still couldn’t see, but I could feel him smiling against my lips. That smile. I could see it in my mind, the soft, mischievous one he gave me when he was up to no good.

“Soon,” he replied, with a low chuckle. “My temptress sounds awfully compliant…”

I’d never been this deep in subspace before. I would’ve done anything he asked.

He lay down next to me on the mat and pulled me into his arms.

“Let me hold you for a minute,” he murmured against my hair, kissing my cheek softly. I lifted my arms from under his embrace and he seemed to think I was pulling away, but I just wanted to hold him back, to lace my fingers through his and pull him even tighter against me.

I could feel he was still hard, but he wasn’t making a move to do anything about it.

Could it only have been yesterday that I wouldn’t hold his hand? Now I needed this as much as he did, this connection, skin against skin, feeling both our heartbeats as we simply held each other and breathed. Maybe I’d needed it then too and had just been too scared to admit it, so I’d pushed him away. Now, I’d surrendered to him completely, trusted him wholly, and was going to get my fucking heart broken if I wasn’t careful.

Maybe it was already too late.

I nuzzled into his chest, loosening his hold on me until I could turn around and trace the hard ridges of muscle along his torso with my fingertips, following behind with my lips and tongue.

He groaned when I reached his big, thick cock. “Fair warning, I’m going to come in like five seconds.”