Chapter 8. Real Him

“You nearly lost,” I barely manage to say through my body shaking. His hand strokes up and down my body gently.

“Hmm,” is all he can reply. Smiling, I know I love this side of him already.

“You nearly lost; 5 more seconds, and I would have said ‘peach’.” I explain to him, letting him know how close to the limit I was. He chuckles quietly, which then turns into laughter.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed. You saying ‘peach’ would be me winning, not losing.” He leans forward, kissing my forehead, looking at me. I look back confused; how would that be him winning? He would have had to stop, then he wouldn’t have got what he wanted. He seems to notice my confusion and decides to carry on. “I want to push you to that limit, so I know what is too much for you. I want to get you to the point where you scream it because you can’t take any more, whether it is from pleasure or pain. You screaming ‘peach’ would be you sending me over the edge.” He smiles before gentl