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first contraction pulse from my pussy outward and I couldn’t contain my cries. Dammit, he’d stop any second now, but I couldn’t control my reaction. Ecstasy flooded my core, radiating out through all of me. My cunt clutched tighter and tighter with every ripple of pleasure. I quaked, tears running down my cheeks. He’d let me come and the release filled me with joy.
    Gradually, he slowed his rhythm, more pressing his lips and tongue to my clit than sucking at it. As one last shudder passed through me, he kissed my pussy, then my thigh and then came up to kiss my mouth. The scent of our juices mingled sent another pulse of arousal through me, but I suspected this one would go unfulfilled.
    “You did good work tonight, figuring out your motivations.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “Get some rest. I have to clean up from our playtime.”
    Though I didn’t want to fall asleep without him, I knew I had to comply with his wishes. One more kiss and then he left me. I snuggled beneath the comforter and drifted off to sleep, the echoes of my climax releasing the last tension left in my body.

Chapter Seven
     
    Sunday morning began with lovemaking—not fucking as we did in the playroom, but tender and sweet, just like when he’d gone down on me the night before. There were layers to this man I didn’t yet understand.
    Lips grazing mine, he stroked my thighs and teased open my slit. Two fingers delved into me and I groaned as he easily found my G-spot.
    The groan passed without reprimand and I tested the waters further, wrapping an arm around his neck. He took my hand and pinned it to the headboard. Not to be deterred, I hooked a leg around his waist. This he allowed, sliding his fingers out of me, pressing his cock to my opening.
    Instead of thrusting into me as he usually did, he slipped inside me with a tenderness I’d never seen from him. I spread my legs wider, grinding my clit against his pelvis. His body heat engulfed me, surrounding me with his scent. The weight of his large frame bore down on me. Breathing him in, I felt as though I disappeared in his embrace. A tempest of emotion swirled in my chest, the beauty of the moment overwhelming me. I closed my eyes and let it sweep me along.
    Clearly in no hurry, he set a slow pace, more rocking against me than thrusting in and out. My pussy clamped around his cock as if trying to draw him deeper. I craved more of him, insatiable desire ravaged me. I longed to run my hands along his broad back and rounded buttocks, but he wouldn’t allow it. Even in this tender moment, he maintained that bit of control.
    But I could kiss him.
    First I nuzzled his cheek then slowly turned toward him, our lips meeting. More warmth surged through me as he kissed me back, his tongue running the length of mine, flickering against my cheek and teeth.
    Each forward stroke sent a burst of pleasure through me, his pubic bone massaging my clitoris. Trembling down to my core, I rode the waves of ecstasy, clinging to Black as if they might wash me away. He broke free of the kiss, his breath, warm and ragged, grazing my neck.
    Our bodies united, the sweet, slick sound of our lovemaking filled the air. For the first time, I heard him moan. A shudder darted through me. Taking satisfaction from my pain was one thing—something I loved about him, but his enjoyment from pleasuring me took our relationship to another level. In making love to me, he forged a bond that both bound me to him and unnerved me. What would happen if he broke the bond?
    Banishing the thought from my mind, I focused on the here and now. On the ecstasy rippling through me. Lips to my neck, he rocked against me, our bodies slick with sweat. My thighs shook, my pussy clamping harder against his cock. Tremors spread through my entire body. I locked my legs around his waist and let the orgasm break over me, whimpers and gasps on my lips. A few more strokes and I felt his cock twitch, his climax drawing his muscles