"Ahhh..."

Amila breathed out the sound, her mouth was unable to seal itself back together as she drugged in another ragged breath. Dominic's strokes were relentless; long and deep. He hit spots within her that she didn't know needed to be touched, areas she didn't even know could be reached. It had been over thirty minutes since she woke up from a restful sleep in need to empty her bladder and when she returned to the bed his eyes found her in the darkness.

Light smooches and playful touching turned into passionate kissing and determined caresses. Making out wasn't enough to curb his appetite nor was it simmering the fire that ignited below her stomach. She needed more and he was willing to give her just what she craved. She gripped the silk sheets tightly as he held her firmly in place with his hands clinging to her waist bringing her derriere back flush against his torso. She hadn't been to yoga in a handful of months but her downward dog was impeccable.

"This...pretty...pussy was...made for...me." He gruffed out, gliding back into her wonderland, her walls hugging his manhood as if he'd been gone for too long.

Her reply to his dirty words didn't flare in her mind, behind her clenched eyes. She lost the ability to conjure a thought beyond the lusciously pleasurable strokes he provided. Enunciation evaded her. Words evaporated in her consciousness. English abandoned her nor could she string syllables together. Nothing but gibberish streamed from her mouth. He was fucking her speechless; a phenomenon for her since she was bilingual.

"Dripping and tight..." He leaned down to rasp the words in her ear. "Damn, Swan...fuck"

"Ahh....ahh..." She moaned out in response.

Her need for release was upon her as the rich aroma of their sex hovered around them like a cloud. She was no longer on cloud nine; he had her floating in the universe. A supernova exploded in her womb raining on his rocket ship. Stars were birthed behind her eyelids as he blasted off with her body still quaking. He dropped his hands next to hers still clinging to the sheets then lowered his chest against her back without bearing the brunt of his weight on her. His body blanketed hers, covering her in an enveloping warmth that enhanced the euphoria of her orgasm.

They stayed that way until their breaths evened out and their heartbeats no longer rammed in a rushed syncopated beat. She felt slightly empty when he pulled out of her but when he turned on his back and pulled her back into his body she felt full again.

"How do you feel?" He asked in a hushed tone stroking the small of her back with his thumb.

Her chest was still rising and falling a measure above resting as she gave him a lopsided smile.

"Is that you're a roundabout way of asking if it was good?" She didn't lift her head from his chest, just glanced up to see his lips curve

"I know it was good." His deep voice was painted with an emotion that she easily detected.

"Cocky, much." She chuckled out sliding her hand up his chest adoring the pounding of his heart.

He draped his hand over hers, stopping its movement. "Not cocky. Just attentive." He tucked her hair behind her ear to let the moon's glow shine upon her face. "I was actually referring to earlier. When you were crying."

"Oh my God." She groaned pulling away from him to cover her face with her hands. She couldn't believe she broke into tears. "You're going to think it's some weird virgin thing."

"I don't know what to think." He lightly tugged at her wrist until she let one hand fall. "That's why I asked. Dopamine and Oxytocin are powerful chemicals, you never know the effect they'll have."

She smirked, admiring the way the moonlight shimmery over his face like moondust crafted from onyx and gold. He was smart along with being handsome, rich, and sincere. She knew if she was still who she was he'd be the man of her dreams.

"Dominic..."

"I thought I was Dom..." He interrupted, lifting his head from the mattress, "When did I go back to being Dominic."

"Stop." She giggled, playfully slapping his shoulder. His laughter matched hers as he lowered his head back and she continued. "But honestly, I cried because I hadn't been that completely swept up in joy. So, I guess it was the chemicals that overwhelmed me and I couldn't help it."

He slid down and rolled on his side to level his face with hers. "I gave you joy."

She playfully rolled her eyes with a smirk. "I'm being serious,"

"I am, too." He smoothly stroked her back creating chills down her spine. "It's an honor...to bring you joy."

Her sight was lowered to his lips and she was started to form an addiction to along with other things attached to his body.

"Dominic..." She started then paused, matching her eyes back to his not ignoring the dilation of his pupils. "I wish..."

She stopped, shaking her head more to herself than to him. She pulled the words that were rushing through her mind back into her mouth before she let them spill.

"What?" He genuinely asked, stroking his hand back down her back to stop at the top of her ass.

"Nothing." She draped her leg over his, inch closer to him. "I'm still a little embarrassed about crying, that's all."

"You shouldn't be." He insisted then let out a sigh. "But to even the score, I'll tell you something."

Her eyebrows knitted. "What?"

"I wasn't completely honest when I told you I went to the hotel, had a drink, and went to sleep." She gave him a quizzical look and he continued before she could verbalize her confusion. "I didn't sleep like a baby because of the Hennessey. I...uh...I beat off with a hotel-grade lotion. Twice."

"Dominic." She gasped. "Why?"

"You're playing, right." He said, sure she had to know why he had to do what he did. "The scent of your pussy was still on my fingers and the image of you in lingerie was seared in my head."

She peered at him with even more perplexity. "I was right there." She shook his shoulder. "You could've just come back."

He shrugged his shoulder under her hand. "Sometimes I'm stubborn. It's a character flaw."

"I, too, have that same flaw." She smirked, sliding closer to him. She felt him growing rigid again and dropped her head against his chest. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Um..." He coyly grinned. "What can I say...I drink kale juice every morning."

She hiked her thigh further up him and said, "We're not getting any sleep tonight, are we"

"Sleep is overrated." He lay back on his waist, letting her straddle him. "Are you ready for a ride?"

"I am an H-Town girl." She set his hands on her hips. "I know my way around a horse."

He inched his hands up her waist until they cupped her breasts. He brushed his thumbs over her rising nipples sending sparks through her. She dipped her head back and ground along to a rhythm that he evoked within her. She rode him until night and day became one. They fell asleep, sated. And before the morning matured into the evening she woke up to an empty bed. Well, almost empty. He wasn't there but in his place were four dozen long-stem roses and a card that read: For each time I gave you joy. Had to run, get some rest, the plane is ready when you are. See you soon.

Amila kept the card in her hand as she dropped her head back on the pillow. She drifted back to sleep with an easy curve to her lips. 

What do you think it means that Amila fell back to sleep with a simple smile?

What do you think she was going to say to him before changing her mind?

How will both of them being stubborn affect their partnership/relationship?

Should she be embarrassed about crying during her climax?