The denim of his jeans was rough against my thighs when he lifted me up a little and dragged me closer to his proudly erect cock. There was something a little sensual about being totally naked and uncovered while he still had the majority of his clothes on. It was kind of reflective of how we both approached our relationship. I’d been transparent and uncovered with the way I felt about him from the beginning and while he was starting to reveal parts of himself to me, there were still big portions that he kept covered up.

The tip of his cock dragged enticingly through my wet folds. The thick head nudged playfully against my still-sensitive clit and it made my eyes roll back in my head. He repeated the motion a couple of times as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rocked my hips into the teasing caress. My body was begging for him and he seemed to like torturing it. I mewed in desperation and dug my fingers into the back of his neck. I kissed him hard and let my teeth drag across his plush bottom lip.

Finally, he used his thumb to angle his rigid length towards my now soaked and very eager opening. He slid inside and I panted and shook as he spread me open and split me wide. I’d never been with someone that was as well endowed as Church was. I could feel him … everywhere. I could feel him touch every nerve. I could feel every part of my pussy move and stretch to accommodate him. I felt my muscles clench and relax as they worked to pull him deeper and deeper. I could feel every quiver and quake as pleasure coiled along my spine and ripped through my veins. This was more than having sex. This was being claimed. This was being invaded and taken over. This was being conquered by the king of everything and made the queen of all that was important to him.

“I lied.” His voice was ragged against the side of my neck. “If there is something better than heaven that’s what being inside of you feels like.”

He used his hold on my hip to urge me to move. I started sliding up and down, his cock pulling along swollen, sensitive flesh with each downward glide. It made my eyes roll back in my head again and had my toes curling. His free hand skated up the ladder of my ribs and worked its way under the heavy weight of my bouncing breast. His thumb circled my nipple on one side as his head shifted so that he could catch the other one in the heat of his mouth. The dual sensation caused me to throw my head back and moan up at the ceiling. I was well past the point of worrying that someone was going to hear me.

I rode him hard.

I rode him fast.

I rode him wild.

I rode him rough.

I felt his fingers digging into my hip and I knew I was going to have a bruise but I didn’t care. His teeth were scratching roughly across my nipple as I panted into his ear with each collision of our bodies. I could feel my orgasm chasing me down. It was pushing, shoving me towards the edge that I was scared to drop over. Once I did I knew the only person that would know where to look for me after I landed was the one driving me towards the verge of a pleasure so intense it was going to change who I was and what I was willing to accept for the rest of my life.

“Church.” I whispered his name into the darkness and let my lips skim along the curve of his shoulder. He was salty with sweat and his skin was warm on my lips.

“Goddamn, Dixie, you make it really hard for me to remember why I thought it was a good idea to stay the hell away from you.” I squealed in surprise as he suddenly lurched to his feet and maneuvered us onto the bed. He urged me to curl my legs up around his pumping ass as he held on to my hips. I locked my ankles at the small of his back and groaned when he ordered me to put my fingers between my legs. I did as requested, sliding fingers through my own wetness and almost purring in delight when his hardness brushed across the back of my knuckles as he pounded into me.

I used a much lighter touch than he had when I circled my clit. My fingers barely made contact as I brushed the engorged little nub. I whispered his name again, not really sure if I was asking for more or asking for mercy, either way my little caress was the last step I needed to go over.

My body bucked against his thrusts and clamped down tightly on his pistoning cock. I gushed pleasure and leaked desire in a flood that wouldn’t be stopped. He rumbled something animalistic and raw from deep within his chest. He told me that I was better than anything that had been before me. He told me I was beautiful, that I felt beautiful. He promised me that I would feel him in the morning and every time I moved for the next day. He told me that he’d never had anything perfect but if he had to guess what it felt like it would be the two of us together. He was constantly telling me that he was a liar … but with him over me, with him inside of me … I believed every word he said. The truth was in his hands, in his mouth, in the way his cock moved in and out of me like he couldn’t get enough of me … or of us together.

When he came his eyes were like a kaleidoscope of passion and pleasure colliding. I got lost in the sheer beauty of everything that was Dash Churchill. It was hard to keep my eyes open but there was nothing that could pull my gaze away.

He was breathing hard and uneven as he braced his big body over mine. He was comfortable in the dark, so I knew he could see me clearly while I struggled to take in everything that was hidden in the dimness.

We watched each other, both changed in unspeakable ways as our heart rates returned to normal. I put my hands on either side of his cheeks and lifted my head so I could give him a kiss. There, against my lips, I felt his lips twitch and move. Slowly at first. Rusty and out of practice. He smiled as I kissed him and I felt it all throughout my soul.

I had given him something good to replace the bad and he had given me something that was going to be cherished and unforgettable when this moment with him was nothing more than my favorite memory.