Gentleman in Disguise

At first he was rough. Demanding. Wild. Forceful.

Yet he made sure we shared the pleasure.

His grasp on my thighs and the way he pinned me down made me lose my mind as he ravished me.

Once my cries died down our eyes met.

We were still trying to catch our breath.

He slowly ran his fingers through my hair and for a second I could rest my cheek in his palm.

He lay down on his back next to me and pulled the blanket on us. He didn't touch me.

I watched him for a while, his breathing slowed down, he rested beside me with his eyes closed.

I reached out to touch his face and stroked behind his ear. His blond hair was sticky with sweat.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked back at me.

Then he held my hand, closed his eyes again and pressed his lips against the back of my hand.

And then I knew that I was dealing with a gentleman in disguise. I felt it.