Chapter 15 – Richard #2
I take a tentative step back as I lower myself down, until I feel Dave’s slicked up dick slide between my arse cheeks, and I adjust my stance so that I can feel it at my entrance. Slowly, I push down, and feel him slide in me, and I keep going until I’m sitting on Dave’s lap.
“Don’t move. I just want to feel you,” Dave commands. I do as he instructed, and just sit there.
Dave wraps an arm around me, and I can feel it run over my pec, and for the first time, I wish my hands weren’t bound in front of me.
I want to cover his hand with mine. Feel the connection, so instead, I take a deep breath and lean back, feeling his breath on my neck as he places a small kiss under my ear.
Dave holds me in place, and he continues to place kisses on my back, it has a more intimate feel to it than some of our other scenes, and I’m not going to stop it. After this week, we both need something more than just sex. We need to feel that connection to each other again.
“I wanted to feel you come like this,” Dave breathes. “But I need to see your face. Stand and face me.”
I get up from his lap and turn around to face him. Dave’s face is awash with love, and it almost undoes me. We shouldn’t have gotten to this point, but this week has taught me one thing, that the feelings I have for the man in front of me are deeper than I ever imagined.
Dave leans forward and quickly pulls on the tie, freeing my hands, and I look over to him, needing answers.
“Ride me,” comes his demand.
Nodding my head, I straddle his legs, as I slide back down his dick, wrapping my arms around him as I begin to rise up and down his length. I can feel Dave’s arms come around me and travel up my back.
“Put your hands in my hair?” Dave asks, not commands, but I still do as I’m asked.
I place one hand into his hair, tightening my hand, as I feel the strands through my fingers, but I place my other hand around the back of his neck and squeeze as I continue to rise up and down his length.
We are so close that our breaths are mingling together, and I can’t control myself. I steal a kiss before I’m throwing my head back, feeling my orgasm build. Dave places small kisses at the base of my neck as I feel him clench his hand behind me. Both of us are so close.
Increasing my speed, my grip in his hair gets tighter as my orgasm explodes through me, and I still as Dave’s orgasm follows right after mine. His hold on me grows tighter as he fills me up. We’re both breathing hard as Dave steals another kiss from me.
“I love you,” Dave whispers, our breaths still melding together.
“I love you,” I whisper back, not caring that I’m not supposed to talk. This stopped being a scene, and started being something more, something deeper, the second he untied my hands.
We stay wrapped up in each other’s embrace, staying connected until our breathing has evened out. But neither of us move. We just hold each other. No words are needed.
“I need to clean us up,” Dave says eventually, but I still don’t make a move, and so Dave does it for us, getting up from the chair in one move with me in his arms.
“Fuck, Dave,” I yelp.
“I told you I needed to clean us up,” Dave laughs, as he places a kiss on my neck.
“You could have asked me to move.”
“But this is so much more fun,” Dave says.
“Put me down. If you get hurt I will never forgive myself, and you will have to explain to Vincent.”
“Fine.”
Dave deposits me on the edge of the bed, and I fall backwards.
I had been so unsure of coming here, but God, I’m glad I did.
That sex was something else, but that’s when it dawns on me, this wasn’t just sex.
This wasn’t us reconnecting after an argument, this was Dave showing me just how much he loves me. That was us making love.
“Lift up for me,” Dave says, and I raise my hips, and let him clean me up.
Sitting back up, I watch as Dave puts the towels back into the bathroom, comes back into the room, and sits next to me on the bed.
“You know that we still need to talk,” I start.
“Yeah,” Dave confirms. “How did you…?”
And I know what he’s asking. How was I able to dominate him, and I’m going to have to tell him how I got the idea for it, too.
“It was fucking hard, and I never want to do that again. It confirmed that I’m one hundred percent submissive.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Dave laughs out. “I was worried.”
“Look,” I start. “I needed to get you to talk to me and had no idea how. Please don’t be mad, but Jasper called me.”
“This was Jasper’s idea?” And I’m not sure how to take Dave’s tone.
“Yes,” I confirm, carefully watching Dave. “He told me he was there when you called me, that he knew about us. He also said that he thought it was great, and how I could get you to talk.”
“What happens now?” Dave asks.
“Nothing,” I replied. “Jasper seems to be rooting for us. I would like to be his friend. It would make working with him a hell of a lot easier.”
“It’s just...”
“Do you still have feelings for him?” I ask.
“No,” Dave instantly says, but then looks at me before saying, “Yes.”
Well fuck, that was not the response that I was expecting, and I just sit there wondering what this means for us.
“Jasper was my first love, there will always be feelings there, but our relationship ended on good terms. I would like us to be friends, too,” Dave confirms.
“If those feelings ever changed for him…” I start, not able to finish the sentence. I wanted to say that I would let him go, it would hurt like hell, but I would never deny him love.
“What? Fuck, no,” Dave exclaims, as he suddenly jumps up from the bed, and climbs onto my lap, making me wrap my arms around him to keep him in place.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Dave adds, as he places both his hands on my cheeks to cup my face and tilt my head back up to look at him, and his face is etched with worry, and I think I can see tears on the water line of his eyes. “He may have been my first love, but you, you will be my last.”
Well, what the hell do you say to that? So all I do is pull him close to me so that his head is resting on my shoulder, and hold him tight. Letting him know I’m there. Trying to convey to him that I am his in every way I possibly could be. He owns my heart.
“I am so sorry for this week. I was so scared that I was going to lose you. I can’t do that again,” Dave says into my shoulder, his voice breaking on the final words, and the sobs wrack his body.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him, as I run my hands up and down his back. “Come, let’s get into bed.”
“But…” Dave starts, and as his sobbing subsides, he leans back to look at me, and I wipe away the last of the tears on his face, before leaning forward to kiss him. Tasting the saltiness of his tears.
I couldn’t stay. I knew that, and so did he, but there was no way in hell I was leaving this room.
In all the times Dave and I had been together, I had never experienced him this raw, this open.
This week may have been a shit show, but it showed us both, in different ways, what we meant to each other.
“I know,” I reply. “I will stay for a few hours.” And before he can remind me, I add, “and I promise to wake you when I leave.”