The Final Race

Dom closes his eyes, leaning his head against the back of the sofa, as he calms his heavy, exhausted breathing. He lifts himself a bit, peeling away the leather from his sweat, reddened bare bottom. Railee stretches her knotted, tired muscles, and yawns as she lifts her weary body from the cold concrete floor of the office. She steadies herself, and walks slowly over to him, kneeling between his spread legs. She leans down, and slowly begins to nibble the pulsating vein in his neck, hearing the soft purr that escapes from his slightly parted lips, she smiles to herself.

He smiles, loving the way her swollen lips moves across his blood pumping vein. The way her tongue entices his body to cry out for her, demanding to take her over, and make her his once again, as he does day by day. The way his body shudders in a hot white need of passion when she's dangerously close to him. The way his heart thumps wildly, when she looks at him, touches him tenderly, speaks one angelic from those perfect round lips, with the sexiest voice one woman could posses.

To him, she could do no wrong. To him, she was the most perfect woman in the world. To him, she was his heart...his soul...his whole being of existence. To Railee, Dom was the only man that had ever made her feel. The only man that showed compassion. The only man, that made her weak in the knees when his dark chocolate eyes, locked upon hers, racking over her body, examine every curve, and crevice. His stare alerts her of what he is thinking. Just by a small smile, and twinkle in his eyes, she knows what he wants, what he is doing. Undressing her slowly with his eyes, then envisioning her underneath him, thrusting himself slowing in and out of her. Watching the emotions of pleasure and bliss, love and need play upon her flushed features.


She smiles against his skin, at what she is able to do to him; but also knowing, that without him, she would be nothing. Knowing that he is her everything. He is the air she breathes, the reason she pulls herself up to wake every morning. The reason she falls asleep every night, just to be able to wake in the morning next to him. Feeling those strong muscular arms wrapped protectively around her, knowing that she is loved, and wanted.

Thoughts of the past filter through as she stops her suckling on his neck, and places her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes closing. The memories flooding in of the events in her life, in their life; that nearly threatened their departure. Both from each other, and from the beautiful green earth they called home. She had nearly died, twice. He had many close calls. All of which could have turned out to be their final good-bye. But thankfully, they were still here, together, as they both knew it would end up.

She prays on a daily basis, hoping to God, that she would be able to spend another glorious day with him beside her. Praying that she would never have to experience life without him again. That their stay with each other would prove the hands of time, and eternity. For Dom, it was the same. Without her, he knew his life would be shit. Just as it was before her. His life of partying, no longer in his mind frame. All he could think about was her. Getting home to her, holding her close, and being near her warm, loving heat.

Although their relationship had proved rocky at the beginning. A classic case of the "love/hate" relationship, they refuse to think of ever fathoming turning back, and changing anything that conspired between them. Fate. The word that describes the events that happened in their lives, that led them to the point they were at now. The point where they are happy, and content, and madly in love with each other. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep, her body exhausted from the days rigorous "exercise". He smiles down at her, and kisses her forehead gently.

"Baby.." He whispers softly, trying to awake her just enough to clothe her. She stirs, but doesn't budge from her slumber. He shifts against the cushions and reaches for the blanket tucked away behind the couch. He places the blanket on the bottom on the sofa, and lays her gently upon the cover. He wraps her tightly inside, covering her exposed body.

He stands and stretches once again, then begins to dress. His gaze never leaving her gorgeous form, as he zips his jeans, and pulls on his wife beater. He walks to his desk, and grabs his keys, then stands to move beside her. He kneels, bending his knees, and lifts her gently, not to wake her. He grabs her purse, laughing as himself at how "domesticated" he has become and heads out the office door, locking it behind him. He walks out of the garage and to their car, gently places her inside the passenger seat. He buckles her up, and closes the door as softly as the hunk of metal will allow.

He smiles once again, marveling at her beauty, then slowly backs away from the car. He locks the garage door, exams the area around them for unwanted visitors, then climbs into the passenger side. His hand gently caresses her pregnant stomach as he starts the ignition and places the gear stick into reverse. He backs away from his profitable business, and heads home with the woman that has stolen his heart.