Free Taming the Alter Ego by Shermaine Williams

flesh, his muscles shifted and twitched as I made it possible to pull him closer.
    Lips brushing my jaw made my breath come harder, my body increasingly sensitized so that the hairs on his legs caused a ticklish frisson of excitement. From the pounding at my chest, it was impossible to tell whether his heart beat stronger than mine as both seemed to work together to intensify the rhythm.
    My body screamed with such desire—rattling every fiber within me and setting my nerve-endings ablaze—that the touch of his cock to my entrance was like blessed relief.
    The eager, slick tip of his shaft pressing my entrance offered the first instance of satisfaction, albeit only a minor amount. It joined the feeling of his breath on my neck, the memory of which I would treasure.
    My restless hands moved down and around his sides, splaying my fingers against his back like I could hold him closer.

    His soft lips rested against mine, opened a touch like he was about to speak, made me hold my breath in readiness to listen to them. The caress of his tongue let me know that no words would come before his deep kiss.
    Finally, he ended the tortuous wait and entered me, causing a flood of endogenous pleasure that made every moment of frustrating anguish worthwhile. A rumbling growl emerged from his deep breaths as he plunged deeper, his forehead resting against my temple so that the sound reverberated through my body.
    Enveloped in a frame of pure light, I floated on the joyous sensations that Tom offered, demonstrating his knowledge of my body though we’d only known each other a short time.
    In another world, I vaguely felt Tom’s hand at my head, his fingers tightly entwined in my hair as he held himself up with his other arm. Though powerless to control the pleasure I experienced, I lapped up every sensation as he gradually rocked faster. Thrusting his hips harder, he pounded me into submission, succumbing to the ecstasy only he could offer.
    His mouth against my ear, the soft graze of his moving lips introduced his imminent words. In a haze where I felt no pain, my throbbing body swollen and sated, I barely heard his, “Oh, Mariella,” released with a deep exhale.

    ****
“Are you thirsty?”
    His question floated out from the silent darkness that arose after several minutes of lying together in orgasmic bliss.
    For a moment, I forgot myself and readied myself to relinquish my position to get him a drink, though I was loathe to move. Nestled against his side, his arm curled beneath my head, I had no desire to be anywhere else except pressed to his hot, sweaty skin.
    “I’ll bring you up a glass of water, Lady Isis,” he stated, seemingly prompted by the slight shift of my body.
    I turned over when the bed bounced with his movement, lying on my side to watch him depart the bedroom. His firm naked buttocks bobbed up and down with a perfect spring, swaying hypnotically as he walked.
    Hearing my moniker made me recall how he’d addressed me only a short time before. The subtle power shift would have been unnoticeable had I not thought about it, which made me wonder if Tom recognized it had occurred at all. Sinking back into the pillow, I lay back to await Tom’s return, a smile of delight playing on my lips.
    About the Author
    Shermaine is a Londoner who often uses the city as a backdrop for the contemporary stories she writes.
    Though she had literary ambitions since she was a child, she only did anything about it a few years ago.
    She writes shorts, novellas and novels within a range of different genres, from interracial to BDSM, and is published with Phaze, Xcite and Total-e-bound.
    www.shermainewilliams.co.uk
    www.shermainewilliams.wordpress.com.