Page 152 of Sway's Peace
“Sway…” She whined so sweetly.
He slid his hand up into her hair, cupping the back of her head, as he kissed her temple. So sweet and tender, in direct contrast to how he had just been fucking her.
“Good girl,” he praised warmly. “You took me so well. You did so good. Is your ass sore?”
“A little,” she mumbled, the words almost completely muffled by the way she was burying her face into the blankets out of embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “You not like it?”
She said nothing, but her ears were burning red.
He leaned in close and whispered, “Or are you in disbelief because youdidlike it?”
She let out a wordless cry of humiliation. He laughed, nuzzling her head.
“Oh, but you were so beautiful, taking me like that.”
One of her little eyes peeked up from the blanket. He gave her a smile.
“Really. I was stunned. It felt so good to me. I need to know if you liked it too.”
She hesitated but finally nodded, almost imperceptibly. “I liked it…”
“Good girl,” he praised again, kissing the side of her head.
Her head popped up. “You’re so-...ugh! Go wash your hand!”
He laughed, nuzzling her again. He didn't want to leave, but she forced him to go to his privy to wash his hands. But when he came back, she let him wrap him up in her arms. Her face was still pink. She buried it into his chest as he pulled the blanket up over their bodies. Once he had them both warmly tucked in, he slid his hands between her legs and cupped her leaky cunt.
She squeaked, surprised, her thighs tightening around his fingers. Her gaze darted up to him and he smirked.
“Got to make sure it all stays in there.”
She bit her lip, hiding her face again. He could only smile as he relaxed back into the nest she made for them. It was probably the most comfortable bed he’d ever been in. His eyes started to close as he just lay there, luxuriating in the feeling of her in his arms, on his chest, their hearts beating in time together.
“You love me?” She asked some time later, her voice soft.
“I love you,” he repeated, his voice sluggish and content.
“I love you, too,” she hummed, snuggling deeper into him.
“You tricked me.”
“I did,” she giggled, not even needing him to clarify what he meant.
He squeezed her cunt, making her wince, the area still sore. “Naughty little female.”
“You love it,” she smiled.
He did. Just as she loved it when he punished her for it. Though, admittedly, her punishments weren’t at all a deterrent for either of them. If anything, he was just encouraging that behavior. Which, honestly, was probably what he wanted anyway.
Sway started to doze again. He didn't fall asleep, but he hovered just there on the edge between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Listening to her breathe. Listening to her heartbeat. After a few moments, he even got the chance to listen to her hum.
She had a pretty voice. Not the kind that would sell out arenas or be featured in hit songs, but the soft, comforting type that would never fail to bring you peace.
And that’s what she brought him.
Peace from the memories. Peace from the guilt. Peace from the discomfort that had been lingering inside him for so long.
