Chapter 14: Bed
He felt a little uncomfortable.
Not something he would say out loud, of course, but being there, with her, was not something he had ever imagined he would.
He looked to the side and at the woman next to him. What had ever made her come up with this idea? Sleeping together in a bed, but without making love? What was the point?
She had come to him that evening with that very look in her eyes, pushed him flat against the back of the couch and claimed his body as if it was her property. And he had loved her for it. She was one of the few who could command him around, do things to him and he never complained. He had always enjoyed seeing her squirm underneath him, beg for his mercy, but how she took command, how she dominated him and made him pay for all the times he had been cruel against her, he enjoyed even more.
He loved her ideas, her twisted mind when in the mood, but this?
After their lovemaking she had dragged him towards her bedroom and the large bed, promises lingering in her eyes and she had not disappointed. When he later had wanted to retreat back to his own bed, she had grabbed a hold of him and asked him to stay. He had asked why, and she had told him she slept better in his presence. A lie, small, but still present.
It was true she was more at ease when he was around, but she gained her sleep no matter if he were there or not.
He still didn't understand what made him heed her plea and crawl back under the sheets to her, but he did and now he was here, looking at her as she slept. Her head was rested on his shoulder, which was beginning to protest against the weight and loss of blood, but he let her stay. Her warm body was pressed against his, letting him feel the heat from her womanhood on his thigh as one of her legs was drabbed over his. Her arm was rested on his chest, fingertips just within reach of the rippled skin on his throat and the small movements she made in her sleep could easily have been mistaken as an invitation.
He wondered. Years ago he would probably have fought more against her, possibly even harmed her for trying anything. Had she really been able to change him that much?
He looked out on the couch which had been his bed for the past few months now and all of a sudden it seemed so distant, like a memory he was about to forget completely.
Her fingers moved against his skin again and he suppressed the moan in order to keep from waking her, but as the movements continued, grew more pleasant, he couldn't and opened his mouth to let a small moan escape. Wet, soft lips were placed on his chest and he looked at her.
"Morning." She purred, moving slightly, which gave much needed air to his shoulder, but also gave her better access to his neck. Never one to stay silent he hummed in delight and the sound only grew louder as she descended on his body.
He leaned his head back in the pillow, moaning, and again the couch caught his eyes. It suddenly looked hard and uncomfortable to lie on again. He barred his teeth at it, but it was quickly replaced by a loud moan.
Perhaps sleeping together in the same bed wouldn't be such a bad idea after all…