Page 55 of The Replay

"Dom. I… I'm not scared anymore."

He leans forward. His fingers squeeze at the flesh of my thigh, before snaking a path to my front. His fingers find their way to my clit, where he rubs in earnest once more. And still he keeps the same slow, slow rhythm inside of me.

"You're going to kill me." My voice trembles.

"No. Just ground you. Shit." His tone is strained. "Kind of the opposite, if you think about it."

I would have laughed, but tremors run up my legs. I squeeze so tight I'm surprised at the strength of it. My mouth goes slack, a deep sound coming out of my throat.

"Mariana. Quiet. Don't move. Fuck. Fuck!"

But he's still rubbing my clit, and another wave of bliss and contractions take over my body. I arch my back. My mind empties. My legs shake.

"Come on," he says. "Ride it out. Honey. Come on."

I didn't realize I'd stopped breathing, and my lungs kickstart again with a big gasp.

"There we go," he says against my ear. "Better than back to baseline, I think."

With no warning, he pulls back. I'm not thinking clearly yet. I let him help me stand on my feet again, before he turns me around and I lean on the wall, while he fixes my clothes and buttons me up. Then does the same with his own.

The flashlight has dimmed, but I see the way his jaw clenches. A deep notch marks his brow.

"Now you," I say.

"I don't need it."

"It's fair."

"I don't want to come inside you, and I don't see another way."

I swallow. Lick my lips and watch him take a step back. Close his eyes. He wraps his hard cock in one hand, over his clothes, and doesn't move it.

"Does my mouth count?" I ask.

"Fuck."

"Take a step back and lean on the other wall if you want me to suck you off."

He hesitates and I let him. I don't want to wonder why he doesn't want to fill me up and come inside me, especially with how much we both used to love that. I tell myself his choice means I'm saved from a mess in my underwear, in a place where we can't do much about it.

Then he does as told. I get on my knees and, without much more thought, I free him again. Replace his hand with mine. Then get him in my mouth.

"Jesus." He grabs my hair. "Do you taste yourself?"

I hum.

A long time ago, we used to take turns for everything. Sometimes he was dominant. Sometimes it was me. Sometimes we rushed without much preamble. Other times we played with each other's bodies for hours.

That's how I learned all the moves that drove him wild. I use them on him again. I wrap a hand on the head and rub in tiny movements, while I use mytongue and lips on his shaft. Then I switch. I hollow my mouth around the head. Then lick from base to crown.

He groans. "Fuck. I'm close."

I take him deep, testing my gag reflex.

"Mariana. You sure I'm coming in your mouth? Yeah?"

I moan and hollow my mouth again on the way out. Then I lift my eyes to him, and he whines.