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Christian is warm. I feel so relaxed. I feel so safe. I find myself drifting off in his arms.
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A soft brush to my cheek wakes me. It isn’t a jerk awake, more like a gentle rouse. It’s dark when I open my eyes. There’s no light coming in from the windows or from any part of the rest of the penthouse. Another gentle brush runs over my cheek. I turn. Christian is propped up on one elbow next to me. As my eyes adjust, I can make out the serine look on his face. His eyes, which are dark pools of gray in the low light, are relaxed with a slight pinch at the brows like he is studying something. The brush down my cheek was one of his large fingers. He’s gently touching my face as if he’s memorizing each of my features. It’s touching and unnerving at the same time. I’m not used to being studied this closely.
Resisting the urge to pull back, I blink at him. “What is it?” I whisper. The darkness keeps me from wanting to raise my voice. The world seems hushed, and I want to keep it that way.
“Hmm?” He blinks his big eyes at me. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he’s doing. “Oh. Nothing is wrong. You fell asleep.” The finger he’s using to caress my cheek moves up to my forehead. He traces the line of one of my eyebrows, pokes me gently on the tip of the nose, and then traces the other eyebrow.
I watch his face as he memorizes mine. The typical hard lines around his mouth are slack, relaxed. His gaze is dreamy. There’s a peaceful quality to his movements that make me wonder what he is thinking about, if anything. With his expression as it is, he may just be humming a tune in his head. The judgment that I usually expect to see in his face is gone.
Christian blinks at me. His focus adjusts then he sighs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you. It’s just you were breathing so cutely. In little puffs. Like you were dreaming that you were running a marathon.” He smiles warmly. It seems so genuine.
I find myself smiling back at him. “I don’t remember what I was dreaming about, honestly.” A happy twinge runs through my chest. “Maybe I was dreaming about what you were doing to me earlier.”
His eyebrows rise, and his smile gets bigger. “I see.” Christian shifts his weight settling onto his back. The covers pull down so that I can see his muscular chest. Even in the low light, the definition of his pecs and abs is visible. I drink in the sight feeling warmth travel throughout my body.
His left arm snakes out. Wiggling his hand under me, he pulls me up onto his body with little effort. We are nose to nose. My breasts press into his pecs. His lips pucker touching mine just slightly in a gentle kiss. It’s one of the gentlest touches he has ever given me. It seems out of place, odd, after the rough sex we had earlier. I’m not sure what he is doing or why, but after his lips press into mine again, I stop thinking.
Reaching up, I run both my hands into his blonde hair, noticing how soft it is. The silky strands slide through my fingers. Christian’s hands rub up against my sides then around onto my lower back where they are warm on my skin. His fingers dig into my hip bones as he kisses me again and again. Tongue out, he licks my lips teasingly, getting me to open them for him. I suck his tongue into my mouth, sliding my lips over it like I would if I was sucking his cock for a blowjob.
Christian moans. I feel the vibrations of his deep voice rumbling in his chest. Moving his hands down, he cups my butt and pulls me harder into him. Our groins press together. I can feel his huge cock hardening against my mound and my lower stomach. Opening my legs slightly, I rub his balls over my pussy.
His lips move away from mine. Shifting slightly, he kisses a line along my jaw, then moves down to my neck, causing me to shiver and moan into his ear. My pussy starts to ache, begging to be filled with the long, hard cock that is so close to it. My breaths speed up as my excitement grows. Pulling his hair slightly between my fingers, I push Christian’s face harder to my neck. In response, he grips my butt tighter and grinds me into his body. As his hard cock slides against my stomach, it leaves a trail of precum. The feeling makes my pussy wetter.
“Fuck me,” I beg. There is no master and pet here. The domination that we usually employ seems gone for the moment. Raw need is between us.
