Page 56 of Starts With a Bang

“You’re so fucking gorgeous I almost can’t stand to look at you,” Dom said.

“I’m sweaty and smell like cum. I bet my face is red and my hair is a mess.”

“And you’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

I shook my head. “That’s you. So strong and masculine. I just want to burrow inside you.”

Dom pushed off to lie beside me. “You can burrow inside me anytime you want.”

I arched a brow and turned into his embrace. Settling my hand over his pounding heart, I said, “Are we talking about the same thing? I meant I wanted to climb into your body and live there. It sounds like you meant…” I let my words trail off to invite Dom to answer for himself.

“Your dick in my ass,” Dom said.

“You do that?” I asked. Judging people’s preferences was dumb, but I was just as guilty as the rest. “I pegged you as a confirmed top.”

“Pegged, huh?” Dom asked. “Heard what you did there.” He circled my wrist and brought my hand up so he could kiss the palm. “It isn’t possible for you to climb into my chest and live there, but you’ve metaphorically pitched a tent in my heart and took up residence. Why not stake your flag in my virgin ass too?”

Dom’s confession melted my heart and turned the rest of me into a puddle of goo. I still had at least one working brain cell, and it was stuck on Dom’s invitation.

“About that flag staking…”

Dom inhaled and chuckled at the same time. I snagged the water from the nightstand before a coughing fit could ensue, and he downed it in one long go. He cleared his throat. “Crisis diverted.”

“We need to work on breathing exercises,” I said.

Dom quirked a brow. “Into breath play?”

“Hell no. I won’t yuck someone else’s yum, but that’s not for me. I meant mindful meditation. You can learn breathingexercises to calm stress and anxiety.” I chuckled at Dom’s dubious expression. “You doubt it now, but I’ll make a believer out of you yet.”

Dom tackled me to the bed and kissed me. “You already have. And after some recovery time, you can stake your flag.”

“Whose recovery? Mine or yours?”

Dom dug his fingers into my sides, and I flopped around on the bed like a fish out of water. “Was that a crack about my age?”

“No,” I squealed. “I just like to deal with specifics.”

Dom used his size difference to pin me to the bed and learn all the places I was ticklish. The fooling around led to kissing and petting and making out like I’d never done before. I couldn’t kiss or touch him enough. This was the moment I’d happily live in for the rest of my life. But then we discovered our recovery time didn’t take as long as we’d expected. And I learned the art of giving and receiving in a whole new way.

Helping Dom discover previously unexplored pleasures was the highlight of every sexual encounter I’d ever had. Watching his expression morph from uncertainty and discomfort to curiosity and ecstasy was the moment I wanted to relive forever. I loved him with my mouth, hands, and cock until I coaxed a powerful orgasm from him. No barriers. When I came inside Dom, I staked that metaphorical flag and dared anyone to take him from me. I collapsed onto his chest afterward, and he wrapped his arms around me. His heart pounded beneath my ear, and his pucker flexed around my softening cock. I knew true contentment for the first time in my life.

“So worth fighting for,” I whispered.

Dom

Icouldn’t recall the last time I’d submerged myself in a bathtub, but I was probably under the age of ten, and it had likely occurred against my will. I’d taken the “God made dirt, so it doesn’t hurt” mantra to heart as a kid. My mother had likely exhausted every creative way to lure me into the tub. Sven helped me rediscover how fun it could be to get dirty and showed me how wonderful a leisurely bath could feel, especially for tender, previously unexplored body parts.

White LED candles of various heights and widths surrounded us. Their light—soft and flickering—mimicked the real thing without posing a fire risk. I reclined against the freestanding copper tub while Sven lounged against my chest. I watched thedance of candlelight on his skin as I lazily stroked his arms, his chest, and his lower belly. Whenever I neared a ticklish spot, Sven wiggled in my embrace. The friction of his backside against my groin tried to arouse my dick from its deep slumber. I was nearly certain that two powerful orgasms were my limit for the day, though it was proving to be the season of miracles.

“I could stay here forever,” Sven said dreamily.

“The water will eventually get cold.”

Sven tsked. “Ye of little faith.” The world-weary sigh that followed might’ve been overkill coming from anyone other than Sven, but it made me smile. My education was seconds away, so I lay there without comment or defending myself. “You drain some of the cooled water and top off with more hot.”

I pressed a kiss to his temple. “I stand corrected.”

“Good. I plan to keep you here all to myself. Not even Helen would barge into our bathroom to drag us out.”

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