Lifeline

Chapter 9

I felt the warmth of my apartment as we stepped in. As the door closed behind us, a tension lingered between us—a tension that was filled with desire, a result of the emotions that had been stirred during our conversation. I could feel his gaze on me, intense and searching, as if he could read the thoughts racing through my mind. I turned to him, our eyes locking in a silent exchange that held a promise of more to come. He stepped closer, his hand gently cupping my cheek as his thumb brushed against my skin. "You know," he murmured, his voice a whisper, "talking about our future earlier tonight... it made me realise just how much I want to enjoy every moment with you." A shiver ran down my spine. "I feel the same way," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze darkened, and I could see the lust reflected in his eyes. "There's something about tonight, about the way we opened up to each other, that makes me want you even more." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "I want you too," I admitted, my voice shaking. Without another word, he closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating. His hands roamed over my body, igniting sparks of electricity with each touch. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as our kisses grew more and more desperate. The tension that had simmered between us since we walked through the door is now unraveling. "Fuck the sex ban." He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me towards the bedroom. His lips against my skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the way his hands traced every curve and contour of my body. As he gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, it felt different than it usually did. The tension that had been building between us had reached its breaking point, and now, in this moment, there was nothing but the two of us. His fingers brushed against my cheek; his touch was feather-light and delicate. I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. This was different—his usually firm touch softened, replaced by a gentleness that was both unexpected and intoxicating. "Tonight is special," he said. "I want you to feel loved and to know that you're mine." I felt a vulnerability that left me breathless. His words were unexpected. This was new. His hand traced a slow path down my arm, his touch leaving a trail of warmth. My breath hitched as his fingers intertwined with mine, his grip gentle yet firm. It was a dance of contrasts—his dominance wrapped in a layer of love—that had me both confused and eager for more. As he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss, I felt a surge of emotions welling up inside me. The taste of him was familiar, yet there was an added sweetness right now—a desire to bridge the gap between the powerful Dom he usually was and the side of him that wanted connection on a deeper, more emotional level. His touch explored every inch of my body. The way he traced the contours of my skin, the way his fingers lingered over every sensitive spot, had me gasping for breath and wanting more. It was as if he were unravelling me, peeling back the layers I had built up, and revealing a raw, unfiltered version of myself. "Are you enjoying this?" he whispered against my ear. "Yes," I whispered, my voice breathless. The confusion I had felt at the beginning was replaced by a heady mixture of pleasure and connection. It was as if a new door had opened between us—a door we had never opened yet. He had never touched me like this before. With every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word, I wanted him more and more, and I found myself embracing this new side of him—a side that showed me just how much he loved me.

As our lips part, a lingering warmth remains between us. His fingers gently brush against my cheek; his touch is soft, and I find myself lost in the depth of his gaze. "You are truly breathtaking," he whispers. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks. His words have such an effect on me. "Thank you," I reply, my voice a whisper as I meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. His thumb traces a path along my jawline. "You have no idea how much you affect me," he confesses, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallow hard, my fingers trembling slightly as they rest against his chest. "I feel the same way." He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "You're beautiful, both inside and out... The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about, the way your laughter fills a room—it's something I can't resist." A shiver runs down my spine as his words wash over me and his breath hits my skin. I never imagined that his dominance could be so gentle and intimate—a side of him that I'm only beginning to explore. "You make me feel like the most loved person in the world," I confess, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest as I meet his gaze. He smiles a soft, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "Because you are. To me, you're everything I've ever wanted." In this moment, it's not just about the physical desire between us; it's about the emotional connection, the vulnerability we share, and the way he makes me feel loved in every sense of the word. As he leans in, his lips capture mine in a slow, lingering kiss, and his hands start roaming again. He carefully took my dress off, and I started unbuttoning his shirt while our lips stayed connected. He took off my bra and started kissing a trail down my neck towards my chest, continuing down until he reached the top of my panties. I closed my eyes, enjoying his gentle touch and feeling his lips all over my body while he slowly spread open my legs and started placing a few kisses on the inside of my thighs. I let out a shaky breath when his finger barely grazed me through my panties before he removed them completely. Everything he did happened slowly, making me anticipate every single thing he'd do next, and soon I felt his tongue on me. A moan escaped my lips, and he continued making me feel better than I'd ever be able to describe. Soon enough, my hand was gripping his hair, and my breaths became quicker. "Mmh don't stop." I bit my lip, and all I could focus on right now was him. One of his hands was placed on my hip, and his thumb was softly drawing patterns onto my skin while his tongue got me over the edge with one last moan.
He got back up and kissed me while I tried to open his belt and his pants once the belt was out of the way. "Need some help with that?" He looked at me, breaking the kiss, and I just nodded, being unable to unbutton his pants with my shaking hands. He quickly removed his pants along with his boxers, and my hand found its way down between our bodies, slowly stroking his dick while his lips were back on mine. I felt so close to him right now, and while he positioned himself before slowly pushing himself inside of me, I felt connected to him in a whole new way. We both let out a moan before he started moving. Everything was slow and gentle, almost careful, and our lips never disconnected. Feeling the vibrations of our moans on each other's lips I placed my hands on the back of his neck, trying to keep him as close as possible, and we stayed this close until we came together. "I love you, Liz." He kissed me once and then looked into my eyes. "I love you too, Alex."