Page 22 of Tormented Dreams

Gradually though, the scorching heat at her back and the heavy, unfamiliar weight draped across her midriff brought those more lucid thoughts prodding, unwelcomed, into her rapidly clearing mind. And that wasn't the only thing that was prodding her.

Grace almost laughed out loud.

As clarity returned and she found herself in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar house, that was her first rational thought?

Huh! Well, why the heck not? was the only notion that followed. She wiggled her butt ever so gently against the hard bodyplastered up against her. There was a delightful residue of warmth still present in the deep tissue of her glutes. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her of the wonderfully gratifying night she had spent under Xavier's control.

The man was a revelation! Never in her life, and her considerable experience as a masochist, had she ever felt as if something was missing from her kink encounters and her subsequent sex life, but in just a matter of weeks, Xavier had shown her there was so much more!

Contentment washed wistfully through her psyche. She really wished she could stay like this forever. That this was her reality.

Okay, so she'd like a baby to go hand in hand with that reality, but what she had here and now was a damn fine start. Maybe even enough for her to put her baby dream off for twelve precious months so that they could explore this kind of togetherness.

Because, surely, if they were together for any length of time, Xavier would decide he wanted more than the degree of separation he was currently set upon?

Xavier nuzzled his lips against her neck. In the muted, early morning light, she could both see and feel the evidence of his overnight stubble. He was normally impeccably clean-shaven, so evidence of that bit of scruff seemed strangely intimate. Like she was seeing a little bit of him normally hidden from the rest of the world.

It sent a shudder of longing skittering down her spine. She wanted to find out what other parts of himself he kept locked away from public view.

Her thoughts were rapidly replaced by the drugging feeling of Xavier gently sinking his teeth into the erogenous spot where her shoulder met her neck and inching his hand seductively up her chest until he cupped one heavy breast in his palm.

"Mm…I can't remember the last time I woke up to such a delicious morsel, all soft and warm and just lying there ready for me to eat her up for breakfast." He chuckled as he laid a seductive trail of mixed nibbles and kisses all the way from her shoulder to that sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Well, as long as you're going to feed me too," she replied, twittering breathlessly as he rolled her beneath him.

Jeez! Was that really a giggle that had left her lips?

She didn't have time to ponder the fact before his lips took hers in a deep, thorough kiss.

What followed touched Grace on a far more profound level.

Xavier proceeded to make love to her as if she were the most precious creature in the world. He was slow and gentle, and Grace was stunned at the intense degree of pleasure he wrought from her body without so much as a single smack or the slightest hint of pain.

It wasn't something she had even thought possible.

And yet he played her body as if it were a finely tuned instrument, cajoling her to heights she never believed achievable without the intervention of impact play.

He suckled at her breasts as if he were worshipping their bounty while he slipped slowly inside her hot, wet channel.

His fingers were everywhere, sweeping gently over every inch of her sensitised skin like he was mapping out each rise and dip with his fingers and committing them to memory.

His body undulated languidly against hers, frustrating her with a subtle yearning, but throughout their joining, he refused to speed up or drive deeper. He just kept up a slow, languid pace that both touched and frustrated her in equal measure. It was unlike anything she had ever known.

But, finally, as she whimpered and writhed in quiet torment, the climax that eventually came upon her took Grace completely by surprise. It was like she'd been blindsided.

One moment, she'd been flailing in distraction, the next, she'd been hurled over the edge of a waterfall, floundering and gasping for breath as the orgasm washed through her with a force that she hadn't seen coming and which left her absolutely dumbfounded in its wake.

"Do you like eggs and bacon?"Xavier asked her ninety minutes later when she padded into his sleek, streamlined kitchen with its accents of black and steel, wearing one of his dress shirts.

She finished rubbing at her damp hair with a fluffy grey towel before perching herself on a high, leather topped stool at the shiny marble breakfast bar which was so much more relaxed than the formal dining room she had spied through the adjacent doorway.

They had cleaned up together in the shower, where he had soaped every inch of her body with the pleasant, spicy body wash that always reminded her of him.

Of course, one thing had led to another and they had ended up getting a lot dirtier before they had finally gotten clean. The memories still tickled the corners of her mind with a mellow fulfilment that Grace wanted to make her permanent reality.

"Yes, and I'm starving. All that exercise has given me an appetite."

She grinned at him when he winked at her lasciviously. It was yet another side of him that she'd never seen.

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