I lay down behind her, curl around her and pull her body to mine. When I wrap my arm around her my hand finds hers and my finger absentmindedly begins playing with the ring I gave her. She’s wearing it on her ring finger of her right hand. For a minute I almost wish it was on her left hand. Fuck, what is happening to me? I’m lying here with a woman I haven’t fucked, haven’t even played yet and I’m thinking about her wearing my wedding ring. I need to get laid and fast. I’d hoped that the party at The Society would have moved that along tonight but now I’m not sure the timing is right after the recent events.

I brush the hair off her face and tuck a few pieces behind her ear. She is lovely. Ryan took so much away from her but she managed to survive it all and remain amazing to me and I’m sure everyone else around her. Her strength is what I think will allow her to be mine. She’ll be able to submit when I need her to but retain her sense of self for her everyday life. That’s been the problem with my subs so many times in the past. Once they submit fully to me they are no longer a challenge and become too needy. I think Sydney will continue to challenge me every step of the way. As much as she needs to submit I can also see her trying to top me. And the scary thing is, I just may let her.

Sydney stirs and turns to face me. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead then another on her nose. She smiles as she wakes and when she opens her eyes I kiss them closed again. Her hands go around my neck and into my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I now have her at the waist with one hand and my other hand has found its way into her wild hair. I love her hair. Its burnt red and the sexiest hair I have ever seen. Her hair always looks like she’s just been fucked and good; it’s tasseled, loose and wild all the time. Her skin coloring is a contrast to her locks. Most redheads have light skin but not Sydney. She’s exotic looking with skin that looks like she’s spent a month on a beach somewhere. But it’s her eyes that do me in, they are blue with a touch of almost violet and when I look into them, like I am at this moment, it’s as if she can see into me, into my soul. It’s not a place I’m accustomed to people being but I’m finding her there more and more often.

I lean into her and gently kiss her lips then pull back so we’re close enough to kiss, I can feel her breath on my lips but I don’t kiss her again. I lean in with my mouth open then pull back. She moans and wets her lips with her tongue, all the while looking at my lips, craving to have them cover hers. I finally take her bottom lip between mine and suck hard, feeling it swell. Before releasing it I give it a nip with my teeth and she moans again, this time a little louder. She runs her hands over the muscles in my chest and over my biceps as her moans continue reminding me of my earlier email.

“Like what you feel do you?” I jokingly ask. “Because there is more of me that’s just as hard you know?”

She laughs and pulls me to her for another kiss. This time our tongues find each other’s and the electrical current that surges between us is for lack of a better word, electrifying. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips. She seems to feel the same way, her hand is in my hair and she’s pulling me hard against her mouth. I know we are both going to have sore bruised lips by the time we’re done and I don’t give a fuck. I have never, not even as a teenager and certainly not with Samantha or my subs just made out with someone. It has always been a fast prelude to hard kinky fucking. I never realized how much kissing someone could drive me wild. Or maybe it’s just Sydney that drives me wild.
-Damian Stone (Stoned Book 2 of the Stone Series by Kitty Berry)
Kitty Berry