Chapter 31

Chapter

Thirty-One

ANI

The next time I wake, a single ray of sunshine penetrates the fog surrounding the apartment and illuminates the room. I don’t know how it has happened, but somehow, the tiny splinter of light has made me feel warm. When I realize why, I feel a sudden surge of emotion. Phoenix’s broad frame is draped behind me, holding me close as he sleeps.

The larger-than-life figure makes me feel small, and so secure in his embrace that I can hardly move. I feel his every breath, inhale his aroma, and feel like I could drift in and out of sleep for a lifetime. But then his body presses against mine, and I realize it’s impossible to doze off any longer. His skin is soft against my own, and I hold my breath to keep from giving away that I’m awake. I lie there for what feels like an eternity, until finally his breathing slows, and he releases a heavy sigh. I’d stay here forever, in his arms and surrounded by his scent, but eventually I muster up the courage to slide away.

I look up at him, watching him sleep peacefully, and somehow I know that nothing ever felt as right as being in his arms.

“Come back to bed,” he mumbles, not opening his eyes, fooling me in making me believe he was asleep.

“I was going to start breakfast.”

“It can wait. Bed now.”

Knowing that I’ll spend a lifetime following the commands of this man, I crawl into bed and back into his arms .

The feel of Phoenix’s morning erection pushing against my butt is far more delightful than eggs and bacon. His hips start rocking and grinding against me, arousing desire in my soul. I hook my leg over his, giving us a temporary bond.

He slides his callused hand up to cup my breast. His gentle touch leaves me wanting more, so when he pinches my nipple, I murmur encouragement. His grip gets stronger as he moves to my other tit.

Not knowing how much time we have before he retraces his steps, I reach back and slide my hand between my butt and his hardness, rubbing him through his boxer briefs until his hips start thrusting in an unmistakable rhythm. His breath quickens just as I grope for his unencumbered cock, pulling down his boxers to free him from any restraint. Phoenix’s fingers travel down my chest and slip to my bare pussy. I want him to come closer to me, but his actions suggest something different. Instead, he slides his hand around and grabs a cheek of my ass in each hand while pushing his hips forward. His cock is hard against me, and it pulses with anticipation.

He moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “More?”

I answer yes without a moment’s hesitation, my body tingling with anticipation as he rubs himself against me. His kiss starts gentle and slow, but soon picks up in intensity as our bodies move together in perfect unison.

Slowly, he slides inside me inch by inch until we are both groaning with pleasure thanks to being so deeply connected. He continues gripping my ass as our hips thrust in harmony. The heat between us is almost unbearable as we reach the height of passion together.

He removes one hand from my ass to stroke my hair softly while I moan in pleasure from the intense connection that only comes from being so close to another person during sex. Our breathing becomes labored before finally slowing down as we descend from our high together and collapse into an exhausted embrace.

We lie there for a while afterward, not wanting the moment to end just yet before reality sets back in. Finally, Phoenix pulls away after giving me one last lingering kiss on the forehead, getting up without saying a word as though he doesn’t want to break the spell between us.

I lie there a few moments longer, basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.

Eventually, I force myself to get out of bed, my body still filled with pleasure and intensity.

“Can I ask you a question?” I begin as I watch him pull on a pair of gray sweats, his chest bare, muscled and delicious.

He turns to face me, an eyebrow raised.

“Why do you call me dove?”

“Because of a story my mother used to tell me,” he begins. “The Phoenix wasn’t just a bird but a creature of fire and fury, who had lived for hundreds of years, but had never known the joy of true love. Then one day, the Phoenix’s eyes fell upon the delicate form of a turtle dove. She was small and pure, with feathers as white as snow, and the Phoenix knew that it had found its soulmate.

The two birds flew together to a hidden corner of the forest and built a nest as their home. Here they were able to bask in their love, despite the mocking of other birds who did not understand their devotion. The Phoenix’s burning wings were a stark contrast to the turtle dove’s soft feathers, and they were a beautiful sight to behold, like two flames united in perfect harmony. No matter what those around them said, their love was strong, and nothing could ever come between them.

But as the Phoenix’s life drew to a close, it knew that its death would come soon. All it could think of was the love it had for its beloved turtle dove, and the thought of living without its love was unbearable. In an act of selfless devotion, the turtle dove chose to die and join the Phoenix in the afterlife. When the Phoenix rose from its ashes, so too did the turtle dove, and they were reunited in a new life.”

I gaze into Phoenix’s eyes and can feel the intensity radiating from his soul.

“That’s a powerful story,” I murmur.

“It is,” he replies softly. “It’s a testament to the power of unyielding devotion and eternal love. It tells us that even when the Phoenix passes away, it still remains with its beloved turtle dove in each new life, and that kind of love will never die.”

“It’s tragic, though,” I whisper, tears glistening in my eyes. “The Phoenix dies.”

He nods gravely. “Yes, it is a tragedy, but it’s also a symbol of the cycle of life and death, and of the power of true love that transcends time and space.”

“But you haven’t truly answered my question,” I say. “Why call me dove?”

“I call you dove because you are the one who completes me. The one I am willing to die for, the one I am reborn for.” He takes my hand, his gaze burning into mine with passionate intensity.

My heart swells with emotion at his words.

I don’t know how long this softness will last, as Phoenix burns cold just as quickly, but I’ll take it and relish it while I can.

I get out of bed, wrap my arms around his neck, and press myself closer to him so I can kiss him deeply. His lips are warm and inviting as our tongues meet in a passionate dance. We linger in our embrace, exploring each other’s souls with our lips.

The intensity of the moment is too powerful to ignore, and my heart opens to him like never before.

He holds me tightly against his chest, and I melt into him, feeling like I have returned home after a long journey. Maybe it’s too good to be true to believe that we can conquer any challenge that comes our way and live out our days in blissful harmony, but I want to tell myself that. I want to believe it’s possible.

“I love you,” I whisper softly against his cheek.

The words hang in the air between us—frozen.

Did he hear me?

Maybe he did and doesn’t feel the same.

I wait. And I wait. But I don’t hear the words in return.

I have to change this. I have to fix this. I can’t let those words break what we’re building. Trying to pretend I never said them to begin with, I blurt out, “I need you. I need to feel you inside me again, and again, and again.”

Return to the sex. Return to the part of our relationship I understand. The part of us that works effortlessly.

Phoenix takes me in his arms, pressing my body to his as he kisses me deeply. I feel the warmth of his lips as they move against mine, taking me on a journey of pleasure and passion. His hands are gentle yet insistent as they explore my curves, eliciting delicious moans from deep within me.

His kisses are hot against my neck, and he lowers me back to the bed as he moves down my body, exploring every inch of me. I melt into the sheets as pleasure washes over me. His touch is pure ecstasy as he brings me closer to the edge of pure bliss.

My heart rate quickens as I become lost in the sensation, wanting nothing more than to be with him forever in this moment. Our tongues dance together in perfect harmony; each movement takes us further down the path of desire and passion .

“May I please suck your cock?”

“Yes,” he says with a grin. I lift my body from his so that I’m kneeling between his legs. But when I realize he isn’t going to open them up to allow me access, I pivot to look over at him. “Straddle my chest. I want to look at your ass and wet pussy while you suck my dick.”

I feel myself blush with each lascivious command he gives me. So, I do as he asks, placing my leg over his body as I turn around and sit down. Now, he’s able to feel the wetness that’s started between my legs. Leaning forward, I then kiss the tip of his penis.

“No, start with my balls,” he commands, making me lean further forward until his cock is pressed against his abdomen and I’m holding his testicles in my other hand.

The moment my tongue flicks out to lick him, I feel his hands on my butt cheeks. I stop suddenly to see what his next command will be.

I flick my tongue out again and begin to stroke along the smooth and velvety skin of his scrotum, rolling his testicles around in my grip. They’re heavy and full, so as I take one into my mouth and start gently sucking on it, rolling it around in my mouth, he lets out a groan of contentment. Using my other hand I continue to stroke up and down the length of his shaft while squeezing lightly at times as I release the one testicle and switch over to suckle its twin into my mouth.

“Rim me.”

A sharp slap to my butt startles me, but I resist the urge to stand; instead, I lift my ass higher and my ponytail slides over my shoulder to caress his groin. I stick out my tongue and trace the incredibly sensitive skin between his scrotum and his anus. His cock twitches in my hand as I again lick the area before carefully exploring the rim of his anus. I open and close my mouth, unable to form words as Phoenix pushes a finger into my butt. His grip tightens around my waist, keeping me from sitting up.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” His voice fills the room.

I smile and turn away, lowering my head again. “Yes, yes, I am,” I confess before taking another swift lick.

My tongue is tireless as I glide over his skin, savoring and delighting in his body. He starts to probe my rectum with his finger, and my delicate nether area contracts in response to the forbidden act. I don’t stop, despite society’s expectations of what a ‘good girl’ should do. I circle my tongue around his puckered hole one last time before being ordered to move back up to his penis. I pause for a moment, allowing his finger to further penetrate me, as I position myself for another nibble on his testicles. He teases me for not jumping into place quickly enough, so I press my lips against his opening and give it a final kiss before sliding his shaft into my mouth.

“Go ahead. I want you to thrust yourself onto my fingers as you suck my member.” For a split second, I think I have misheard him, but the fingers re-enter to be certain of the command. I shiver a bit and submit, moaning softly as his digits penetrate deeply. Dropping my head, I open my mouth and let him glide in his head. With my tongue, I spread his pre-cum over the top, then suckle it while moving one hand up and down with the other cupping his slick testicles, giving them a gentle roll.

Phoenix grabs my hair, pulls me away from him, and flips me over as I land on the bed. Knowing what’s coming, I hang my head off the edge of the mattress and lift my ass in the air.

“Ask for it,” he says, his eyes piercing mine.

“Please,” I whisper. He stands behind me, and I sense the cap coming off a bottle. The familiar sensation of lube being poured onto my skin follows, and I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look back at Phoenix, who is sitting in a chair and stroking his manhood.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, looking intently at me.

“Yes.” My voice trembles slightly.