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I punch him playfully on the shoulder, and he pretends that it hurts, clutching dramatically at it. I roll my eyes at his shenanigans. “You want to know or you want to play?” I ask folding my hands sternly.
“Can't I do both?” He grins at me so playfully that I can't help myself. I leap forward into his arms and press a kiss to his lips. It's not our first kiss. We've had two years of all kinds of play. But itfeelslike our first kiss.
It's not long before he takes control, grabbing me by the waist, lifting me effortlessly, and depositing me in his lap, all the while kissing the living daylights out of me.
It's heady stuff.
My fingers are tingling as I cup his jaw, his stubble scratching against my palm. My hips roll and I feel his cock harden beneath me. Our mouths are smashed together, tongues tangling in tantalizing titillation, teeth clashing from over-eagerness on both our parts.
I want him to make love to me.
We both seem to have the same thought at the same time because he grabs my hips, stands up and turns around dropping me unceremoniously upon the bed. The breath rushes out of my body with an oomph! as my head hits the pillow. I am already grinning up at him, my legs scissoring around his waist as he looms over me, his shoulders cutting off the sunlight that tries to beam in from a tiny window above the bed.
I loop my hands around the middle of his chest, urging him closer to me. I don't want to stop kissing him. It is literally heaven.
His big hands travel all over my body with practiced familiarity. I arch into him remembering once again that this ismy Romeo, the man I have been dreaming about for two years. Now, here he is touching me, not a single mask to be seen - not that I disdain them, I just didn't like the reason we had to wear them.
Of its own volition, my body begins to undulate, telling him without words just how much I want him. Suddenly he stops kissing me and lifts his head to look me in the eye. “Do you want me to tie you up?”
I smiled, touched at the sentimentality of it, “Normally I would say yes, but you had me tied up all day. My arms are killing me.”
“Aww poor baby,” he bends down and starts to deposit butterfly kisses along my shoulders. “Do you want me to give you a massage?”
“Not just now,” I groan, wet with anticipation.
He gives me a wicked smile. “Then tell me just what you want, and I will give it to you.”
“Fuck me,” I say immediately and true to his word he pushes my gown out of the way, which is easy with its long slit. Then he pushes my panties to the side and slides into my warm wetness in one fell swoop. I cry out, arching into him, feeling simultaneously filled yet wanting more and more of him.
He is ruthless in his giving, hammering into me like a piston, leaving me with nothing to do but hold my legs open for him, and scream his name.
Everything disappears aside from me and him and this bed we’re on. The rhythmic squeak of the bedsprings is just an addition to the music of our love. Flesh slapping on flesh, moans, shouts, gasps and groans, all merging together in a symphony that sings of desire, lust, love, and longing.
Our bodies don’t lie.
I undulate like a snake beneath him, begging him. “Fill me!”
I’m saying the most wild stuff and it doesn’t even embarrass me. We are way past that. I want it all. I wanthimall. I want him to fill my empty body, hungry for his seed. God, I want him to get me pregnant. Of course I don’t really want that, but in the heat of the moment, it seems like a great idea. And it’s not like I can actually get pregnant right now. I have been on the pill ever since we established our relationship as play partners, and negotiated our kinks and limits in before our first sessions. I just want him to be as deep inside of me as possible. And the fantasy of being ruined by him for the man I have been engaged to by my family is the best part of this unique brand of rebellion that I get high on when I’m with him. Every cell in my body wants to feel him.
It’s wild and crazy.
“You want it?” He growls into my ear before biting it and making me shiver and shudder.
“Oh yes. Oh yes! Yes, please God.” I moan.
“Then here it is.” His somewhat rhythmic thrusts speed up until he’s just pounding me unceasingly into the mattress while I cry out and moan. I can feel him in my belly, reaching so far inside of me I’m quite sure I’ll never be free of him again.
He fits his hand between us, as he continues to pound me, and rubs his thumb along my swollen clit. I throw back my head and cry out so loud that no sound comes out… except a dog maybe.
Then he bends down and whispers in my ear. “Come for me.”
It’s like a gunshot at the starting lineup and my body reacts like a runner, just straight up exploding into a kaleidoscope of feelings, ecstasy pinging from cell to cell, magnifying itself and growing until I feel like I might be overwhelmed. I throw back my head and scream, letting it all go – knowing I’m in the safe hands of my dom. I can feel him emptying himself inside of me and it’s everything I ever wanted.
CHAPTERNINE
Iwake up slowly, stretching languidly, my body aching pleasantly as if I’ve just done a full work out. The warm body at my side does not stir and I turn to look at her, a smile on my face. Last night was… I shake my head in awe… perfect.
I watch her sleep, just taking in her features. Her hair is a long curtain, falling around her head like an inky mane, so shiny black it is almost blue. I reach out with a finger, and run it gently from the root, near her ear, enjoying the silky soft feel. I feel her face move as she smiles, her lashes flutter, as she comes awake.
