When she lay her head on his chest he kissed the top of her head softly, the action that had started them down this path in the first place. Settling back against the pillow he let his eyes drift closed again, the sound of her voice lulling him. “All I wanted was you,” he muttered, barely audible, more to himself than to her. Ultimately it was true, he would have been just as happy had she taken control of the entire situation, but he couldn’t deny that he had loved that she had let him take over. She had said he was the only man she would let dominate her and he took great pride in that fact. It meant something that she trusted him that much.

She just kept feeding his ego too, and while it was a damn crime that she’d gone so unsatisfied for so long, he took a certain glee in that fact. Lazily trailing his fingers up her spine, he adjusted the blanket on her shoulders. Despite everything that had happened, everything that was probably going to change, they were still them and sweet pillowtalk wasn’t something they were going to fall into easily. “Mmm,” was his only reply, already drifting into a contented sleep, the warmth of her body and steady beat of her heart carrying him over.