𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑋𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑋𝐿𝐼𝐼𝐼

I touched her with care, every flick, caress, and stroke deliberate, as if each movement held meaning. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel the way she made me feel, whole, cherished, understood. Mariah gave me a new meaning to life. For the first time, I didn't have to fix anything. She liked me the way I was. No need for masks or pretenses.

She didn't need to be saved. She didn't want to be chased, and she certainly wasn't needy. She gave me room to breathe, to be myself, and that only made me crave her even more. She didn't try to change me, to mold me into something else. She accepted me, flaws and all, and in that acceptance, I felt the deepest connection I've ever known.

That's why she was worth everything. She was worth coming out for. She was different, different from anyone I've ever been with before. Her independence, her strength, and her gentle understanding of me, it all made me want to be better, not just for her, but for myself. I didn't feel like I had to hide anymore, and I didn't feel like I was living up to someone else's expectations. With her, I could finally just be.

She was everything I had been searching for, and I was ready to give her everything I had in return.

I left her breathless, her back arching, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. Her mouth gaped open, eyes squeezing shut, gripping onto the first thing she could find. She always needed something to hold onto, but it was in moments like this that I realized it wasn't just me she was holding onto, it was the very essence of our connection, our passion.

I had the view of her as she sat on top of me, her movements slow and deliberate, yet completely untamed. She was so beautiful, without even trying. There was no need for makeup, no need for a perfect pose, she simply existed, raw and real, and it took my breath away every time. The way her body moved, the way she looked at me with such intensity, it was everything. She was everything.

I wanted to savor the moment, hold onto it, but I knew that these feelings, this connection, couldn't be contained in one moment. It was infinite. With every touch, every glance, we were rewriting what love could be, together.

"Whew, you put me to sleep with that one, baby," she said, still catching her breath. Her voice was soft, a little shaky, as she lifted her leg slowly, climbing off of me. She laid down next to me, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what we had shared.

I smiled, feeling that warmth inside me grow, the contentment of knowing we had that kind of connection. I leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, letting the tenderness of the moment settle between us.

Getting up from the bed, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, taking a moment to clear my mind. As I removed my harness and washed my face, I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to have her in my life, how every moment, every breath we shared together, was something I never wanted to take for granted.

When I walked back to bed, I found her already asleep on her side, her peaceful expression filling me with a sense of comfort. I gently slid into bed beside her, careful not to wake her. As I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, I felt everything in my world align. It wasn't just about the physical connection, it was about the quiet moments too. I just wanted to be with her, to share these moments, and no matter what came next, I knew we were exactly where we needed to be.

By morning, I knew I had to shift my focus from the natural beauty in my bed to the business at hand. The video shoot for All For You was on the horizon, and there were a few calls to make. Shawn was at the top of the list, but I saved her for last.

I didn't want to wake Mariah, so I put on my robe and walked down the hall to my office. I sat at my desk, spinning the chair to face the window, letting the view of the tall palm trees in the backyard ground me as I prepared for the call. I hit the speakerphone button and waited for Shawn to pick up.