“It is, but I don’t mind.”Despite the strangeness of making love in absolute darkness, he’s communicating, talking.There are no red flags that I can see.I feel safe here with him, cared for.
He moves slightly.I move in response, tightening around him.He takes a deep, shuddering breath and holds me close.
“You’re okay?”I ask.
“Yes, baby girl.I’m okay.”
He pushes up on my hips, signaling that I can move, so I do.
“Slow.”Banding an arm around my waist, he brings his hand up to cup one of my breasts.“Remember to go slow.”
I do my best, lifting and lowering as slowly as possible.It’s excruciating and exquisite all at once, the perfect torture.Quiet moans escape my throat.It feels so good, I can’t hold them back.
“That’s right, Leah.”Gage pumps his hips, matching my movements.“You’re so good at this, you feel amazing.”
We continue like that, meeting each other at a slow pace.Impatience builds within me.
“Please?”I kiss his neck, his prickly cheeks, his firm lips.
He grins against my mouth.“All right, little girl.Take your pleasure.”
Even though he’s finally released me to do what I want, I don’t immediately start bouncing up and down on him.I increase the pace in increments, enjoying the control.I rock forward as I go.My clit drags over him in a way that has sparks filling my vision.
His fingers are tight around my nipple as he tugs and pinches.
Yes, holy shit, it feels so good.I put my hands on his shoulders for more leverage, lifting and falling on his lap, taking every inch of him.I’ll come soon—it’s building deep inside of me, molten pleasure ready to erupt.
I know this won’t last.It can’t.Nothing is forever.
So I’ll be amazing.He won’t be able to do this with anyone else—not without remembering how good this is.
Gage kisses and sucks at my throat.“Come for me, Leah.”
I burst with a shameless scream, my body ablaze with heat and delight, my pussy gripping Gage’s cock.
“So good,” he groans, twisting us around so he’s on top of me.
He raises my arms up past my head and holds them there.I keep my legs wrapped around him as he strokes within me, again and again.So full, so stretched, and so very close together.
“Leah.”My name emerges from his lips as a prayer.“Leah,Leah.”
I kiss his chest, his neck, whichever part of him I can reach with my mouth.His skin is salty, fever-warm.“Yes, Gage.Just like that.I’m here.”
Other than the complete darkness making me feel blindfolded, there isn’t anything kinky about this sex.It’s me and Gage.No games.No power exchange.
My heart is so full, bursting with love for him.It aches to keep the words inside.
“Leah—” He thrusts a final time, his body shuddering with release, locked against me with the force of his orgasm.
I keep my legs tight around him, wanting to hold him here forever.My body is satisfied, but my heart is confused.This is one of the most powerful sexual experiences I’ve had.He kept us in the dark, and yet I feel more exposed and opened up than ever.
Is this what it could be like, for people who love each other forever?Do they get this all the time?
Gage kisses my neck.His whiskers are deliciously rough on my skin.“Are you all right?”
“It was perfect,” I whisper.
“Yes, it was.”He covers my mouth with his in a long, languorous kiss.Full of feeling—tenderness, affection.
