I lay back and spread my legs for her. I want to give her access to all of me. I’m curious to see what she’ll do.
She kisses me deeply. Her hands run over my breasts and down my ribs. Her movements are gentle.
I arch my back up towards her as we kiss. I want more of her touch. I love the way it makes me feel.
She runs her hands down my sides to my hips and the upper parts of my legs. The movement is so simple, but so erotic. I feel the wetness between my legs grow.
I wrap my arms around her neck and deepen the kiss. I want to encourage her to keep exploring my body. I’m as much hers as she is mine.
I originally intended to have her be the putty in my hands, but it’s turned out that it’s the other way around.
That’s how it goes sometimes with doms and subs. It’s fun to play with them, but sometimes, the subs are the ones in control.
That’s the case right now. I would do anything for her. Hell, I threatened to leave the family business just to have her.
And I don’t regret any of it. Anything that leads me back to her is worth it. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making her smile.
And right now, she’s smiling as she touches me.
Each touch sends shivers down my spine. The gentleness of it all makes me yearn for more. It’s a feather-light touch that hits me like a ton of bricks.
Her fingers trail in between my inner thighs, getting closer to my pussy. She tentatively runs her fingers over my clit. The feeling is electric.
I moan into the kiss. She’s so unbelievably hot. I slowly grind my hips over her fingers, helping her find what movements will drive me wild.
She keeps stroking my clit and also begins to finger me. Even though we’ve had sex before, this feels so new.
It isn’t just because it’s slow. It’s also because there’s so much emotion making it even more intense.
The goal isn’t to endear someone to someone else. We’re already past that point. We’re using our bodies to show each other how much we care.
I try to hold onto the feeling as long as possible. She could finish me off right now if she wanted to, but I want to stay teetering on the edge.
I love how my love for her and how badly I want her mix together in my body. It creates such powerful feelings. I didn’t know people could feel quite like this.
I want to feel this way forever. I know with her by my side, I will. I’ll be here as long as she’ll let me stick with her.
I thrust my hips against her hand as she fucks me with her fingers. I run my fingers through her hair, trying to create sensations for her as well. She buries her head in the crook of my neck, landing an occasional kiss on my collarbone.
I wrap my arms around her and stroke her back. She feels so soft and feminine under my touch. She really is the perfect woman.
She keeps up her fingering. I feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
My breathing starts to get more erratic, and my thoughts turn to only her and how good she’s making me feel right now.
I let out a moan and I feel the orgasm rock through my body. It’s the type of orgasm that affects your whole body.
From the top of my head down to my toes I feel the pleasure wash over me. The whole world fades away, and it’s only me and her.
I feel myself start to come down, and the room and the rest of the world slowly starts to come back. But I don’t care. I only care about her.
I pull her close to me and kiss her.
“Did you like that?” She asks.
“I loved it,” I tell her.
I stroke her hair and she cuddles into me. The way her body fits in with mine is so perfect. It’s like we were made for each other.
I feel her breathing start to slow as she drifts off to sleep. I have to admit that I’m quite tired as well. Tonight has been hectic, to say the least.
But it’s also been incredible rewarding. I feel her body fully relax as she falls asleep. I could get used to her sleeping in my bed like this.
I feel tiredness start to pull me towards sleep as well. I yawn softly, trying hard not to wake her. My eyelids slowly start to close.
As I fall asleep, I think about how good I’m going to sleep with her in my arms.
Twenty-One
Heather
Emma shrieks excitedly again and I try to hush her. The effect is somewhat ruined by my grin though. I look up and see my employees with their fingers in their ears, grinning too.
My employees.
“And this is Lucy and Dara. And this is Emma.”
“That’s my name!” My daughter is so excited, and I smile down at her proudly. She shakes everyone’s hand and the staff all coo at her.
I’m showing Emma around our brand-new no kill animal shelter. As we walk around, I find myself blinking hard to try and keep the tears at bay. I still can’t believe this is my reality now.
Emma will be starting preschool next year, coinciding very nicely with the start of my new animal management and conservation course at the local college. It’s always been my dream to work with animals, and now it’s finally coming true.
Rafaela bought the shelter for me a couple of months ago. At first I resisted, it was far, far too much, but she ignored every one of my protests and kept finding me cuter and cuter stray animals to fill it. Finally, I gave in and started fixing the place up.
Our kennels opened officially last month and this time next week the cattery and small animal unit will also be up and running. This is the first time Emma has seen it and she’s already in awe at the dogs snuggled in their beds or standing waiting with balls and chew toys in their mouths.
“Puppy!” She exclaims every time we pass another kennel. “Mama look, it’s a puppy!”
I squeeze her tightly, hanging on for as long as possible until she wriggles from my grasp and trots over to her new best friend, a tiny brown and white mongrel that had been brought in by a member of the public who found her shivering in a driveway. She’s older than a lot of the other dogs we have and people have been walking right past her, but when she met Emma earlier today they struck up a bond.
I watch as she wags her tail and lick Emma’s hand, and then laugh and bolt to my feet to stop Emma from licking the dog in return. I’ll have to talk to Rafaela about this one possibly finding her forever home with us.
I’m rather lost in thought when Emma races past me, her new furry friend escaping her kennel and chasing after her. I turn around and smile as I see Rafaela sweep Emma up into her arms and snuggle into her hair.
“How’s my best princess then?” She asks brightly.
“I thought I was your best princess?” I tease, wrapping my arms around both of them.
“I don’t know where you got that impression,” Rafaela throws back, her eyes sparking. She leans down and brushes a soft kiss to my lips. “We’d better be going, or we’ll be late.”
I try to persuade Emma to let me put the dog back into her kennel, but they both stare at me pitifully. Rafaela decides not to help the situation by insisting we bring her along to the family dinner with us. So much for me having to persuade her into getting a dog.
We pull into the driveway a mere 40 minutes late, child and dog both in tow. Salvatore and my dad greet Emma first, throwing vague waves in mine and Rafaela’s direction as they lead her away. They’re battling over who gets to teach her how to play chess, and I suspect Salvatore is also imparting some of his rather unique “business advice” onto her.
I make a mental note to discuss her father’s opinions on what constitutes child friendly knowledge with Rafaela but am side tracked when I spot the girls from the bookstore. They envelope me in a group hug, each clamoring to speak first. As we catch up, I spot Apollo and Daniella on the other side of the room and wave at them, grinning.
Juliet pulls me aside and hands me another glass of wine. “So, this might be awkward but…”
She trails off and I look up in surprise. “What’s wrong, Juliet?”
“She takes a breath and looks up at me. “Okay so I just need to know that you know. That Salvatore is like, a mob boss.”
I burst out laughing. Juliet takes me by surprise.
“It’s not funny! Like, a real one,” she argues indignantly.
“Oh yes, I know! And thanks for looking out for me Juliet, really. I just wasn’t expecting you to say it!”
Juliet seems to relax a little and nudges me with her shoulder. We turn to face the rest of the bookstore crew, who are now trading sarcastic remarks with Daniella and Apollo.
We are interrupted by a sharp tinkling of glass. Salvatore stands at the front of the room, Emma in front of him.
“I have an announcement to make,” he says, and the rooms hushes obligingly. “It concerns the family business.”
I look around and catch Juliet’s eye. We grin at each other.
“I have been trying to decide who is best place to take over from me at the helm of this family in a few years. Who will take us from strength to strength, who will guard and protect us, who will serve us best?”
As he continues, Rafaela and I watch in amusement as Stefano gets more and more excited. I know that Rafaela has more or less given up the idea of being chosen after she made her big speech choosing me and Emma over the family business. Stefano is clearly excited for his chance, and we’re both happy for him.
“I have found the person who I think is best to take over from me. A good head on their shoulders. A fine head of the family.”