Every night since I got here he has visited me in my dreams. Every night he has told me to wait. But now I’m standing in this room and he’s making promises to me, he’s promising to reveal my true self.
The job market was terrible coming out of school, so I jumped on the first opportunity available to me. Sure I never intended to work as a housekeeper, yes my degree doesn’t help me here, and absolutely there is something weird about this big empty house that I’m working in. But it’s still a job, right?
He weaves his magic and I feel it shifting me. I feel the confusion and the desires I’d thought contained rise to the surface. I feel myself drawn to him, and I know that I can’t hold out.
My true self is delicate and beautiful. My true self is strong and feminine. My true self craves his touch on my skin, that and so much more.
There is a moment of indecision, but then I look in his eyes and I know this is right.
This is what I want and what I need. It is what I’ve always wanted to be.
To be her. To be with him.
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And as I kissed him I realized a truth in the pounding of my heart and the ache of my body that was satisfied only by his touch.
I’d been in love with others in my life, but I saw now that they were a pale shadow of affection. There were limits to my feelings for them, but my love for Alastair knew no boundaries.
Only he could make me feel like this. Could make me feel like my whole body was exploding with every touch of his hands. Only Alastair could make me feel like I had so much more to explore, like there were no limits to the happiness that could be present in my life.
Pressing forward with eager abandon I pushed my tongue into his mouth and I felt the growl rise within him in response. His grip on me tightened and he pulled me bodily off the ground, spinning me light as a top and sending me tumbling through the air in a lazy drift.
More magic, this.
I was moving through the air too slowly, drifting towards the bed as if I was a feather on a slight breeze. Feeling the world lazily moving past me, so slowly that Alastair himself could walk faster and be there to greet me when I touched down on the sheets.
He was on me in a heartbeat, pinning me down to the bed with another aggressive growl and feeling me with his hands. Each touch of him on me drove me mad, his lips pressing down my body inch by inch as he tasted more and more of me until he was between my smooth thighs and diving in.
Licking me. Teasing me. The heat of his tongue spurring a cauldron of fire within me.
My whole body was twitching in response to him, his touch on me electric and his eager excitement spurring me on to more.
My back arched and I cried out, moaning and gripping the sheets in my tight fists. I bunched them up and screamed out my pleasure for the world to hear.
Because this was more than I’d ever felt before. More than I’d ever felt as a man. This was an intensity that I had never anticipated or fully understood.
It was him, yes, but it was this body as well. It was the pleasures that this body could accept and endure and anticipate.
Alastair was sudden and immediate but she was more. She was capable of so much power and grace, capable of giving herself into it in a way that I’d never felt before.
Being a woman was amazing. Each caress was amplified and each feeling so much more intense. With a whisper, I could feel more than I’d ever felt as a man. With a twitch, I could summon up so much more energy within me than I’d ever had before.
My hands snapped out and dug into his hair, pulling him into me as his fingers swept up my thighs and plunged inside of me. I moaned and gripped him tight, dragging his tongue up and down my slit as his fingers pushed in to fill me.
“More,” I begged him, “More. I need more.”
I needed all of him. I needed his lips and his fingers and his cock. I needed all of Alastair with every inch of myself. I needed his devotion.
Pulling him up my body, fighting against his urge to keep pleasing me with his mouth. I pulled him up to my face and I kissed him as my legs closed around his waist and tugged him forward.
“More,” I growled on my own, “I need you inside me.”