Free Handling Cynthia: A Second Chances Novella by Andrea Dalling

said at last.
    "All right." He got up and dead-bolted the door, turning off the desk lamp on the way back to bed. She snuggled against him, head on his chest, and he stroked her hair a long while, thinking how everything had changed.

Chapter 6                          
    Cyn lay in a dreamy state of half-sleep, the weight of an arm draped over her. She fluttered her eyes against the sun's rays and snuggled into Trent. His hand brushed her ass as he drew her close. Desire rolled over her, but no tingle of pain. No lingering effects from their games the night before.
    His scent, soft and earthy, filled her nostrils, conjuring the sensations of his body over hers, thrusting into her. Being close to him like this wakened her desire and filled her with a sense of peace she'd never known.
    In high school, Trent had been an enigma to her. She'd seen glimpses into his heart and his brilliant mind, but never enough. Now, at last, she was starting to know him—but only starting. A lifetime wouldn't be enough to discover all his secrets.
    The night before had been…perfect. Even more than she had imagined. Trent was a natural Dom, attuned to her body. It was as if no time had passed, and they had simply picked up where they left off before college.
    What was next for them? They lived in cities three hours apart. His lab experiments tied him to campus. For him to get this weekend away had required help and planning.
    She, on the other hand, could write anywhere. Leave Manhattan for the quiet town of Newark, Delaware…It was like the plot of every small town romance she'd ever read, and she hated small town romance. Yet if she wanted to be with Trent, it was the only option, at least until he got his PhD.
    The idea settled heavily on her heart. Last night, she had given up her body to Trent. Now, she was contemplating giving up her lifestyle. When she had been on her knees, his cock sliding into her mouth, she felt demeaned…and yet, even now, the memory of it aroused her. A pulse throbbed in her clit, that wanton desire to be bound and used, to be scolded and punished. The concept felt harsh and alien, but her body craved it.
    She rested her arm on the pillow above her head. As usual, she was overthinking it. It was just sex. If they wanted to build a relationship that lasted, it would have to be based on more than hormones and power exchange. They would need time to get reacquainted. Figure out if this was real.
    Technology would made the distance easier, but Skype was no substitute for touch. A vise squeezed her temples at the prospect of driving the crowded lanes of I-95 on a regular basis. Although, she could listen to an audiobook on the way, so the time wouldn't be wasted. And Trent was worth it.
    She turned and traced his clavicle with her lips, dusting it with kisses. In the morning light, he was even handsomer than he had been the night before. A calm had settled over his features, reminding her of the innocent boy she had known all those years ago, but the sharp angles of his chin and brow and cheekbones were all man. His dark hair stuck out in odd directions, and she smoothed it.
    The springs squeaked, and he drew her close, his mouth covering hers. The kiss was achingly tender, without urgency. Their bodies intertwined and they simply enjoyed each other, no words needed.
    He pushed her hair back from her face. She glowed at the sight of his smile, knowing she had put it there. Maybe leaving her overpriced studio apartment with traffic noise and no view wouldn't be such a sacrifice after all.
    His lips on her neck fueled her desire. She pressed her pelvis against his erection. A moan rumbled in his throat. She rolled onto him, rubbing her breasts up and down his chest.
    His hands stroked the length of her back. "Hell, Cyn."
    She reached for a condom in the nightstand and covered him. His groans drove a surge of power through her. She straddled him, holding her tongue between her teeth to stifle a cry