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“Yes,” I answer. The words didn’t come by accident. It was no slip of the tongue where I said something I shouldn’t have said. The words came because my heart was speaking to him. “Make love to me.”

Just like that day when everything changed between us, it happens again. It’s something about the energy that ripples between us. Wild and reckless. Magnetized to draw us both in.

He slips his hand behind my head and his lips crush against mine as he kisses me hard.

The kiss steals my breath away at the same time as it steals my mind.

It does exactly what I want it to and so does he.

Just as I requested he picks me up and carries me back to bed.

He shrugs out of his boxers unleashing the massive length of his cock, perfectly erect, ready to take me and make me his.

I don’t get the chance to admire his body the way I did last night. He gets on the bed and his lips return to mine again.

Body to body and skin to skin we mold against each other.

His hard body on top of mine, pressing me against the cool silk sheets. As his cock sears into me my body welcomes him like we were always meant to do this.

My body welcomes him and that change in the atmosphere is prevalent and sure. No question about it, something more has changed between us. Something else.

We went from being friends, to lovers, then we became these people.

Owned.

That’s what I think it is.

It’s a different sensation to just belonging. It’s possession of the heart, body, mind and soul, of everything I am. I feel it all as he makes love to me.

The wild crackle of passion sings through my body, dancing in my veins. Flowing through my being on a luxuriating wave of something I never want to be without.

I never want to be without him.

That’s the answer.

For me that’s the answer to all of it.

We get lost in the raw rhythm that takes us. He pumps into me driving me relentlessly higher to the peak of ultimate pleasure and I hold on to him.

He speeds up, his ruthless cock demanding more, everything I have, taking everything I have and I give it freely.

I give myself to him and I look at him, directly in the eyes as he fucks me with possession so he knows he owns me.

He knows it.

He sees it and I know he feels it.

His pumps speed up and he gives me more, and more, and I see, know and feel it too as he gives himself to me.

I feel that more than the warmth that floods me when he comes. I arch my back into him and cry out from the blistering heat that races over my skin.

It’s electrifying and mind numbing.

I tighten my grip on him and he holds me.

It feels like falling and flying all at once, but him holding me steadies me.

He presses his forehead to mine and we breathe sharing the same electrified air that pulses around us.

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