I look up to meet his eyes but they are closed. The only sounds are the low guttural grunts coming from deep inside his throat, sounds I drink up like a starving woman, just as I am swallowing his seed. And somehow, I feel baptized again. In Sin, for sure, but this feels like a new beginning for us both.
He slips out a moment later, opens his eyes to look at me, still kneeling in front of him.
“Stand up, Miranda,” he says, extending his hand and I take it, standing to face him.
His features have mellowed down, and his warm smile is warming my heart as he takes my hand and guides me back to the couch. “Are you alright? I don’t know if I went too far with that last thing...”
His voice trails off as he refers to feeding me his seed but I just shake my head. “It was perfect, baby. I loved every second of it.”
“Wanna use the bathroom first?”
“Go ahead, I can wait.” I watch as he vanishes into the bathroom and wonder if this was just a prelude of things to come.