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lashes before she laid her cheek against the rug and rubbed herself against me in invitation. “Yours, sir.”
    Trying not shift too far from my position bent over her, unwilling to give up the sensation of her warm, pliant body beneath mine, I reached for the bottle of lubricant. Chloe didn’t jerk or flinch as I drizzled the cool gel along the pink bud of her anus. I worked my thumb in circles along her primed opening, not just to spread the lubricant but to tease her, to make that tight blossom want to open for me. With the first pressure from the head of my cock, it parted, embracing me, welcoming me deep.
    Chloe held her breath during those initial few moments, as the bulbous tip of my member sank into her. Despite the urge to thrust forward, I made myself pause and give her time to adapt to this new invasion, this new demand and such immensely intimate use. When the arch of her back softened and then sagged, limp and almost relaxed, I pushed forward again. She was so tight and warm…and mine. I was the one shivering and gasping low in the back of my throat as I advanced until my hips rested flush with her buttocks.
    It was all heat and barely contained fury then. Grunts of effort and moans of surprise. An unexpected giggle under a breath, mine as well as hers. Slick skin sliding against slick skin and the delicious friction of her tightness around my member. Panting harder and harder, she writhed back against me, and I recoiled my hips and pounded into her, our every sound and movement matched by the distant ocean waves beyond the shutters and trees. The rush of tides. The wracking waves strong enough to crush the unwary and ill-prepared.
    It wasn’t a conscious choice, but I wasn’t sure I’d have chosen any differently. I had one arm locked and planted beside Chloe’s shoulder, the other coiled around her waist. And it was happening. In an instant, my release was upon me, and I spilled myself inside her for the first time. I’d been careful not to let this happen with anyone for years . Perhaps it shouldn’t have been like this. Maybe Chloe deserved more. But I couldn’t even bring myself to regret it, as inadvisable as it was to let myself so enjoy the feeling—the sense of claiming her. For her part, she went still underneath me, seeming not so much to retreat as to simply wait, breathless and patient and understanding. My Chloe. Dare I refer to her—even think of her—in those terms?
    When I was done, when every ounce of energy and possessiveness and seed had spilled out of me and into this woman, my strength left me. With chagrin, I recognized the fatigue trembling through my supporting arm, and I came down on my side on the rug, pulling Chloe with me. I withdrew from her only at length—the toy as well—and reluctantly, but I remained spooned up against her as our breathing slowed.
    I wasn’t sure of the time, far past midnight. If I hadn’t been adverse to sleeping on the floor, something I hadn’t done since my fraternity days, I could have let my eyes closed. My eyelids were already getting heavy when it occurred to me hadn’t let my submissive reach her own release.
    Her mons, so smooth, was still slick with desire as I cupped her with my hand. I hadn’t expected Chloe to pull my fingers away.
    “It’s okay,” she whispered, no tone of disappointment in her voice, no patronizing edge. She twisted just enough to look over her shoulder at me, and I came up on one elbow to better look down into her face. The smile she gave me was disarmingly unguarded…and satisfied.
    In the past, I had certainly denied orgasm to my submissives, sometimes in punishment and sometimes because that was precisely what pleased them most. I had never been so caught up in my own passion that I hadn’t been in control of theirs. Again, Chloe was the first.
    I rested behind her again. “Are you going to tell me about him?”
    At any other time, I would have expected Chloe to stiffen and balk. Instead, she