Page 55 of David's Chase

When my body stiffens, he picks up the pace, and things deteriorate in a good way.

His force comes with some pain that I don’t mind, and his breaths come in short bursts of air.

His grip feels like iron, and the way he plunges into me has nothing to do with the calm, controlled man he’s always appeared to be.

The glass takes the brunt of his force while I welcome his hammering with a smile on my face.

When he gets closer, he runs his fingers between my legs and strokes my clit, dragging me to a swift ending.

The orgasm is shared and delicious, bringing us together instead of making me feel like he’s always preferred to experience this journey alone.

And this is truly a milestone.

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The next hour,I find myself in the bathroom.

In the shower, to be exact.

On my knees, with my face tipped up, the back of my head in his grip, my mouth open, and his erection hitting the back of my throat repeatedly.

He watches me with a glint in his eyes while I move my hands up and down and suck on him like he’s made of candy.

I love having him in my mouth.

His muscular frame hovers over me, his eyes, which usually are dreamy blue, turning dark from his enlarged pupils.

I love how sure of himself he is.

How clear and transparent all of this is.

We have established a safe space for every little sexual desire we want to fulfill, avoiding the guessing two people not knowing what they want from each other typically bring into the bedroom.

The other thing is, the more time we spend together, the less I feel like an imposter.

That may have to do with him telling me his story.Or a part of it, anyway.

What he said made sense, but it wasn’t everything.

Some truth was necessary, but too much information and the whole thing would’ve collapsed.

We’re doing our best, but things are not perfect.

They never are.

Somehow I doubt this was the married man his ex-wife was used to. He must’ve changed.

I’m no longer my old self, and I’ve only being with him for a short while.

His eyes finally focus on me. It’s like he’s been on a journey––just like me right now––and he’s back to living in the present.

His hips roll, his cheeks flushed.

There’s little light in the bathroom. Purposefully so.

The few dim lights highlight his body, the glimmer in his eyes, his parted lips, and his smug smile.

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