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I return with a warm cloth, tenderly cleaning her up, taking care to make her feel comfortable. As I clean her, I’m consumed by the overwhelming desire to make her mine once again. My cock stirs, hardens, becomes painful. But when I gaze up at her, she’s fast asleep.
ChapterEighteen
Angelica
Iwake up sated and more relaxed than I’ve felt in years. I hear the rustling of sheets and feel Sir stirring beside me in the bed. I snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and protected.
“Mmmhmm,” I murmur, already drifting back to sleep. “How long was I out?”
“Only half an hour or so.”
He pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly, the length of his erection pressing against my ass stirs something in me and suddenly I’m less interested in going back to sleep and a lot more interested in something else.
I wiggle my hips a little, letting him silently know that I’m ready for round two if he is. His responsive chuckle tells me he understood my not too subtle message. He grabs my hips and grinds against me, our bodies rocking together in a slow, sensual dance that awakens desire in us both.
With a groan, I push back against him, feeling the heat of him against me, urging him to enter me. His fingers grip my hips firmly as he lines up, the head of him nudging at my entrance. I suck in a breath, anticipating the familiar pleasure that comes from him filling me.
Sir thrusts inside me, slowly at first, his hips rolling with each stroke. I moan softly, my body arching against his as I meet his every movement. The sheets beneath us rustle with our passion, the room filled with the sound of our bodies connecting.
He pulls my hair gently, guiding my head to the side, so he can explore the sensitive skin of my neck with his lips and teeth. I whimper, my nerves tingling with the sensation, my desire growing ever more intense.
As he thrusts deeper into me, his rhythm becoming more frenzied, I feel an orgasm building within me. I cling to his arm, my nails digging into his skin as I cry out, the waves of pleasure washing over me.
He growls, his own release imminent. With a final, powerful thrust, he spills himself inside me once more, his body shuddering against mine. The molten heat of his seed fills me, the sensation heightening my pleasure as I continue to ride the waves.
When I come down from the sudden, unexpected high, a smile curls my lips.
“Morning,” I say, even though I’m not sure what time it is. I can hear how different my voice is. More relaxed. Less stressed. Happier.
Can a good dicking down really do that? I’ve had sex before but I’ve never felt like this.
Because you’ve never submitted like that before, Angelica.
“How are you feeling, Angel?” My mystery partner asks, his tone low and a little intense.
Reaching up to check my blindfold is still in place – it is – I roll over to face him. I don’t know why I’m keeping it on, but I feel…almost safer with it.
He’s still laying beside me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. We’re close enough that I can feel it. The warmth of his body is pressing against mine, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my bare skin. It’s leisurely but somehow feels possessive too. I shiver.
“Better than I ever imagined,” I reply, my voice still shaking with the aftershocks. “But you’ve gone easy on me.”
I sense his smile. Hear the light amusement when he says, “Easy, Angel?”
I nod. “You’ve read my questionnaire…” I trail off, hoping he won’t make me say more.
We’ve not done any of the things I marked off. Is that because his interests are different?
The key selection is random, so what if the pairings don’t work? But if that were the case, surely he would say something or use the safe word. Complain to management maybe? Walk out and not return? Or maybe the people who applied all share similar tastes. I guess I’m the anomaly because they didn’t have time to vet my questionnaire. No wonder Claire seemed in a panic to find me.
Still, he’s not pushed me for more.
“You want more?” He sounds a little surprised.
I shrug. “I consented to…more.”
Maybe he could just sense my hesitation and nerves when he first entered the room. I’m not outwardly saying Iwantmore, but despite feeling sated, something feels lacking. Maybe it’s because I know I only have one night to live this experience, to beAngelnot Angelica.
I don’t even know what made me choose that nickname. Okay, so I’m lying to myself. It was Lycus. Part of me was anxiously waiting and wondering if he’d walk through that door, but as soon as my partner spoke, I knew I was safe.
