Wrists wrapped in your silk tie. Anchored to the headboard. Testing limits make me even wetter while you work me diligently with your tongue. Gliding, pressing, dipping, then pressing again. Forging the shake beneath you. Tearing the climax from deep within. But I want more. I want your surrender, your love, too.
“Pull me apart from the inside,” I sigh when you push into me with one stroke. “So you can put me back together later.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” You reply. Your hips rolling, rolling, rolling. Pelvis kissing mine with each stroke. Eye-to-eye, oh my. Almost too much. No, not almost. It is too much. You see right through me. All of the ways you can break me. Could be nefarious and leave me once I’ve shattered, so all I have left is to trust.
“Hey,” you stop. Buried deep. My insides, traitorous, clenching, pulling you ever deeper. “Come back to me, now.” Thoughts consuming me, caught and called out.
Hand against my throat, claiming, calling me back while you start back up again.
Breath stuttering in my chest to the rhythm of your thrusts. Cock heavy as you nearly pull out, only to push right back in, even deeper than before, demanding my full attention. Back arching, hips canting to meet your depth. Calves wrapped around your hips, I call out, feeling it all. Feeling every inch of you, in me, over me.
Head off the mattress, needing to feel your skin with my lips since you’ve rendered my hands useless. But you’re too far away, focused on the connected parts, watching where you slide in and out of me. Turn my head and run my tongue over the tattoo that snakes down your forearm, the only place afforded to me right now, Your skin, sweet on my tongue, reducing me to broken syllables.
Untie me from the headboard but keep me bound. Flip me over and pull my hips right into you.
Cock through the wet, all the way to the end, making me cry out your name while I’m bent over in salutation or surrender, I’m not sure which.
You’re folded over my body, lips on spine, tongue and hard abs on skin. Hands gripping hips as you bury the rest of your body into mine. Growling from deep in your belly every time you push back in.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” You chant into my spine in time to your movements.
Deeper, faster, pushing me deeper into the mattress beneath us. You grip my throat again from behind this time and I sigh deeply and arch my back as you pull my ear to your lips.
“Who do you belong to?” You rasp in my ear. “Tell me and I’ll let you come again.”
“You,” I gasp. “Only you. I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” You reply, a tone of finality. You know you own me. “You’re mine.” fingers find my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the abyss.
I feel myself begging to break, riding your fingers until it comes, Barreling down my spine in a hot rush.
“Break for me, baby.” You command. And I do while you chase me into that same chasm. Coming with a roar, everything mixing as one until it has nowhere else to go but out.
Kisses down my spine, slow retreat, then a pull into your nook only to drift off in the safety of your kiss.