Page 31 of Watercolor Skulls

I scream.

After a few minutes he gently shifts from behind me. He waits patiently as I try to catch my breath. Gently he pushes my knees apart and settles himself between my thighs. His thumbs brush the tears from the corner of my eyes. “You want more?” he asks, quietly.

His amber eyes are so sincere, so concerned for my well-being. I nod, smiling at him.

He leans back and grips his cock, giving it a few long strokes before lining it up with my entrance. We both watch as he slides in. Once he is fully seated his eyes roll to mine. “I think we’re a perfect fit.” His hips pull back before pushing in slowly. His gaze settles to where we are joined.

He pumps in again and again, mesmerized at the sight before him. I’m mumbling words that are in no way forming complete sentences. The outside world completely forgotten.

Every now and then I crack my eyes open to study the god taking his pleasure from my body. His arms are braced on each side of me, veins bulging from the careful restraint he is taking with me. What the heck would it be like if he let loose?

His hips pick up pace, and he drops his weight on me, no longer able to hold back. He chases his pleasure and just when I think I’m done he hits a place inside of me that cracks me clean open. He groans, bringing his lips down on mine. He kisses me through my orgasm just as his begins. He rests his forehead against mine, staring deep into my soul as he comes.

When his eyes drop closed and his muscles tighten, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. My body made this happen. Me. How wonderful.

He drops his face into my neck, his body slowly relaxing on top of me. Suddenly, he pushes himself up. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you.”

“You’re not crushing me.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him back down. “I like it. I like the feel of you on me. It makes me feel safe.”

He stares at me for several long minutes before rolling us over. I rest my cheek on his shoulder, happily running my fingers through the hair on his chest.

His voice suddenly breaks the silence, “You okay?”

I nod. He reaches up and grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Really, I’m good.”

“Then why are you crying?”

I sit up quickly, wiping my eyes. I’m crying?

“Hey.” He sits up too, placing his arm around my shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was crying. I’m okay, really I am.” I’m so embarrassed, I try to turn away from him.

“It’s okay to cry. I just want to make sure you’re not hurt or sad or…regretful?” he questions, keeping his arm braced around me.

“No, it’s none of those things. I don’t know what it is.”

He dips his head, catching my eyes. “It was powerful.”

I think about it. He’s right. It was powerful. I felt powerful. I laugh lightly. “I thought you were supposed to render me powerless.”

“That’s just an illusion. You’ve always held the power. From the moment I laid eyes on you.” He brushes tears away with his thumbs and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to grab you some water.”

Nodding my head, I watch him climb out of bed. He is so gentle with me, with my fragile heart. I know I said I would be okay with this being a one-time thing…

I think I lied.

Chapter Fourteen

Dan

???

Itold myself I would be okay with this being a one night stand.

Nope. Not good enough.

---