“Implicitly!” A shiver ran through my spinal column. “Always, Stent. Please.” My cries were unabashed.
“Fuck, Zo! I missed you so much. You’re never afraid. Never make me feel fucked up about this shit I do to you.” Now Stenton’s tone was needy. He stood motionless and his voice was low, thick even. “You’ve fucked me up for life. I swear I can’t be with anyone else like this. Only you, Ni?a.” His voice darkened. “Please say that I’m the only one you’ll ever submit to. Never to another man like this.”
In the recesses of my mind, my sarcastic self was screaming, Walks like BDSM, talks like BDSM… But I knew that’s not what he meant. He wasn’t into that lifestyle exactly. What specifically he meant, I didn’t know, but would agree to anything to extinguish this burning need to have Stenton deep within. To connect with him in a way I never had with a man, or another human being. I’d agree to anything.
I found my head nodding emphatically. “Never! Only with you, Stenton.” I was resolute. “Forever your Ni?a.”
Whoosh!
That’s how the air left my lungs when Stenton dove on top of me and without warning, thrust into me, filling me to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure and pain at his fullness. His plunges were impatient. His touch was urgent. In no time, I recognized the pleasure he ensued on my inner walls. I was intoxicated with sensual sensations in no time.
With these restraints, I was still able to push up onto him, meeting him with my needs. Stenton felt incredible, erasing every trace of pain he’d caused with his sudden abandonment and larceny of my heart. While he plummeted, I reconnected with something that made me whole. Not only did I feel physical sensation that my body trembled from, but I could also feel emotional satiation that couldn’t be derived from any other form of communication. Once again, Stenton was performing his best. On top of me. Deep inside of me. Ignited something from deep within. My body tensed and mouth collapsed.
“Yes, Ni?a. That’s what I need. Come for me,” his strained vocals produced.
And I did. My body shuddered as it was overcome with undulating waves of pleasure that I couldn’t control: only Stenton’s plunges did. He thrust twice more before his body jerked on top of me and jaw clenched as he tried to anchor his waves of bliss.
When he was able to focus his eyes, I asked, “When did you upload the profile picture?”
I don’t know that I was planning to ask him that, and especially at such a precarious time, but I did and it felt okay.
After giving me a searing gaze for seconds long, he answered, “After I dropped you off, the day we returned from the Cayman Islands.”
That answer spoke volumes and confused me all at the same time.
Stenton’s big arms gathered my languid frame and pulled me into his chest, resting his hard pecs against my back, making me privy to his calming heart-drum. Depleted, I took a deep contented breath and let it escape with a hum.
“I like this.”
I felt Stenton’s face push affectionately into my neck.
“Like lying in the bed?” I heard the humor in his thick tenor.
“In your bed...having had you out of sorts like moments ago,” I murmured lazily. “It gives me that momentary belief of being closest to you.”
His hold around me tightened. “You are the closest person to me. It may not feel like it because for me, it happened so quick...and unexpected, and I may not have adjusted to that fact, but it’s true. You are,” his tenor chords rumbled.
Unconvinced, I yawned, “It’s the sex. You’re still floating.”