myself with a hand on the bedpost, I rocked my hips, slowly at first, then faster, thrusting into his mouth just like he’d been thrusting into my ass a moment ago.
I gripped his hair tight to make his scalp burn just the way he liked it, and I forced myself into his mouth the same way he’d been forcing himself into my ass—hard, fast, relentless. Like always, he kept a hand firmly on my hip. I was never comfortable forcibly fucking his face unless we both knew he could push me away if he wanted to. He never had, but it was like a safety release on a set of handcuffs—knowing it was there meant we could both lose ourselves without worrying.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled as he took me closer to the brink. He was so damn good at this—he’d been amazing the very first time he’d gone down on me, and he’d only improved his technique over time. After twenty years…holy fuck.
“God yeah,” I breathed. “You’re so good at that. Yeah, that’s right.”
He moaned around my dick as his fingers twitched on my hip.
I thrust as hard as I knew he could handle it—and liked it—as my orgasm closed in. “Mmm, yeah. Perfect. I’m gonna come. You ready for me?”
He moaned again, this time looking up at me, wide blue eyes framed by tear-sprinkled lashes, and I gripped his hair even tighter as his lips and tongue and hand and just the sight of him pulled me over the edge. With a shout of “Fuck!” I came in my husband’s eager mouth, and he kept teasing and stroking me until I let go of his hair.
As soon as I let go, he sat back on his heels. Wiping his swollen lips with the back of a shaking hand, he gazed up at me, and I grinned down at him as I struggled to catch my breath.
I leaned down and hooked my finger under his collar again. As I brushed my lips across his, I murmured, “Have I told you lately how much I love your mouth?”
He grinned. “You’ve said something to that effect, yeah.”
I chuckled, kissed him again, and straightened, tugging his collar so he knew to stand. Both a little unsteady on our feet, we grabbed a shower together—which we spent about half of kissing lazily and tenderly—before we climbed into bed and cuddled up under the covers. This hadn’t been anything that required aftercare, just some rough sex with our usual Dom/sub dynamic. He hadn’t been to subspace, and neither of us needed the comedown we would have after an intense scene involving pain and bondage. But aftercare had become part of sex for us even when it was completely vanilla. We just liked it. Tonight, there was no need to tend to welts or bruises, and he didn’t need to be guided gently back to earth while endorphins wore off, but the way we held each other and cuddled wasn’t much different from what we did after a scene.
Aaron nuzzled my neck. “I’m pretty sure I was stressed about something earlier.” He sighed happily. “But I can’t remember what it was. So…win.”
I laughed and kissed his forehead, tightening my arm around his shoulders. I vaguely remembered the day being a stressful one as well. A lot of work to do and not enough concentration to go around. Now, that all seemed like something we’d left in the living room along with our shirts. It would still be waiting for us when we stumbled back out to rejoin polite society, but for now, it was about as relevant as the clothes rumpled on the couch and floor. Fine by me.
“We should eat,” Aaron murmured, his voice slurred and sleepy.
“We should.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “What sounds good?”
“Mmm, I don’t know. Something easy. Because I feel fucking lazy too.”
I laughed. “Well, there’s always delivery.”
“Oh, good idea. Can you order? I can barely keep my eyes open.”
As part of his role as my submissive, Aaron usually handled ordering or making food, but there were times when I took the reins. I’d bring dinner to his office if he had to work late, and at home, I’d handle things if his head was fuzzy from sex or subspace.
“Of course.” I kissed his forehead. “Just let me get my phone.”
He lifted himself off my shoulder long enough for me to grab my phone off the nightstand. When I settled back on the pillow, he settled back against