68. Reality Endures

Laura - The house in the suburbs
"You insisted on getting here as soon as possible. Here we are," I say, turning toward Paul, who is locking the door behind him. "I hope you haven’t prepared some great romantic gesture."
"To be honest, I'm not much of a romantic. Reality endures longer than romance."
His arms close around me, and his warmth melts me like always. His head lowers, his cheek brushing against mine.
He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom before I know it. My clothes are almost entirely on the floor when he places me on the mattress. He has quite a skill of undressing me.
He kisses me passionately, and my legs wrap around his waist. I find his weight delightful.
Like a hot wave, his breath shudders inside my ear shell when he speaks.
“No matter how much you closed yourself in, you always left a space for me to slip in. And I always pay you attention. So it's been easy to sink in.”
Steady and meticulous, Paul makes sure to nib, lick, kiss, or suck each and every one of my sensitive spots.
Under his touch, my body trembles and quivers. It's impossible to remain still amid the pleasure.
Taking advantage of my weaknesses, he makes me squirm with delight. He's eager to demonstrate how much he cares about me and my needs.
He strokes me from top to bottom until I'm trembling all over. Then he rises up, kissing my lips once again. Slowly, he traces the outline of my breasts with his fingertips, down to my navel.
Since I’ve already lost this battle, I won’t be a sore loser. I’m all his for the taking.
“Don’t drag the foreplay anymore. I want you inside me now.”
I feel how my words excite him in the form of a nudge against my thighs, something hard and twitching next to me.
Paul smirks and obeys me. My mind goes blank instantly, maybe for minutes or hours. The next thing I know, words escape my lips without any way for me to hold onto them.
"Yes, Paul, faster... deeper," I gasp and writhe.
Though trapped, I fight to push my hips, to demand more with my words and body at once. The pleasure itself is an ecstasy out of this world.
As I regain control over my senses, I see Paul laying on his back next to me. I touch his collarbones and go down exploring from there. Every muscle is defined beyond my wildest dreams. They are bound together in narrow valleys where I love to get lost in them.
Fortunately for him, I have a mission now, and I can’t afford to get lost or sidetracked. He didn’t get to taste his share of ecstasy. I guess some things never change.
When my hand settles on Paul’s length, slick and hot, I know it's a matter of seconds. He still can't go all the way, holding himself back because of his urge to bite me. Even though this shows how much he wants me and loves me, it makes me sad.
Smothering my gloominess which has no room in the present, I wickedly grin, my strokes speeding toward the inevitable end.
I’m paid in full for my efforts. It’s a true delight to watch him. His neck veins swell, his breathing quickens, and his lips open to expel all the air in his lungs. His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears.
***
Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll.
"There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."
He swivels on a side, his attention now on me. His hand lands on my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin.
“All I can hope for is that you won’t go seek him out now,” he continues. “I know being alive is hard for you. You have to worry and make choices at every step, over and over again. But we’ve already chosen each other.”
I state in a heartbeat, "I won’t leave again, and I won't push you away." My palm presses against his chest over his heart. "I promise you, Paul."
The smile earned by my words warms me more than his heat. I never thought this would be possible. I guess there are still some surprises left for me to discover.
The ringing of his phone on the nightstand startles me.
“I’ll take this outside.”
“Come back fast,” I whisper with a wink.
My eyes follow him as he leaves, naked, his body a sculpture chiseled by the gods themselves. This kind of sublime perfection feels unreal.
I lay there, closing my eyes. The door to the backyard porch creaks open. If I hear it again, it will be a sign that he is returning.
Instead of getting up and putting on a robe, I remain in bed and roll over to return the view to Paul when he comes back. Maybe I’ll get some spanking. Burying my face in the pillow, I realize how much he has changed me.
“Laura. Laura. Laura.”
A sweet, melodious voice carries my name through the air.
“Come to me, Laura.”
The calling resembles a tender caress on my soul. It is like being summoned to a comfortable place where you haven't been for a long time.
“I’m outside, Laura. Come.”
In a haze, I barely have the energy to put on a summer dress and tie it around my waist. Everything around me is blurry. Only the path of the sound is clear, shimmering through the air. I have to follow it.
“Come outside, Laura.”
The sound of the voice is the most enticing thing I've ever heard. My bare feet hit the dirt. The grass tickles my ankles.
“Laura, you belong with me. Come," he calls gently, his voice melodic as a song.