As I drift back off to sleep, the feel of him wrapped around me provides a comforting weight that grounds me. Despite our unconventional circumstances, being with Dallas feels right in a way that nothing else ever has before. For now, I'm content to let myself be pulled under by the sweet embrace of slumber, trusting that when we wake up again, we'll figure out what comes next together.
Later that evening we both wake up, fully naked but well rested
Dallas opens his eyes slowly, blinking several times as he adjusts to the light streaming in through the window. When he sees me lying there beside him, a lazy smile spreads across his lips. "Morning, love," he murmurs sleepily, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my face.
I return his smile, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest at the endearment. This time, when he calls me that, it feels like less of a role and more of a truth. "Morning,"
I feel the tension building inside me again, my body aching for release and your touch. The way you watch me, so confident and dominant... it's driving me wild. I want to feel you inside me again, filling me up and claiming me completely. My hips rock harder against your hand as I moan out a plea: "Please, Dallas..."
My fingers dig into the desktop, nails leaving half-moons in the wood as I struggle to remain still.
“Ok fine, but this is the last time.” I say
I gasp as you finally push inside of me again, filling me up with your hard length. My body trembles with anticipation and desire as I feel your hands on my hips, guiding me in rhythm with your thrusts. "Harder," I pant, my voice ragged from the pleasure coursing through me. My fingers curl into fists once more, nails digging into the desktop as I try to remain still for you.