She rolls over in her bed and suddenly his hands are there. They are everywhere and stop to linger in her most vulnerable spots. He is building her need. More and more...Oh NO!...this is not how I want this story to go today...that was last night and I want more....much more...
So, I want my story to go like this today
He walks into the bedroom and she is getting up to greet him...something stops her in her tracks...
Is it a look? Is it a word? Is it the fact that he is a man, her man. That he walked in to the room like a predator who knows his prey is in sight, without a way out?
All of this she see's in him in an instant, a mere fraction of a second, yet in that time she understands and responds. To him, to his request, nay, unspoken demands she responds and she is understood in the same time.
They come at each other as if starved, lips devouring each other, hands unable to gain enough. More and more demanding they are with each other, it does not matter that they were together earlier in the day. That they should have been satiated and full of each other already. All that matters is that moment, that need that they have for each other. He lays her on the bed and pulls her legs towards him. She pops up and goes for him...he pushes her down.
She pops up again, and again he pushes her down, almost aggressively. Only this time he is faster and as he pushes her down he goes for her legs and pulls them over his shoulders. He begins his torture of her, the torture she loves and fears. He latches on to her clit, sucking, licking, loving.
On and on this goes, and she is writhing, wanting to kick to wrest herself free. This has become more than a coupling, almost a contest of wills. And she wants her moment of power. He is taking her, taking her and she is cumming. Oh...she can feel it. She can feel the overpowering, exhilarating and mind-blowing orgasm begin.
And then she lets go. She lets herself go for him. And she flies high, weightless free. Slowly he lets her go, moves her on the bed. She turns over and absorbs the aftershocks that still pulse within her. And he comes to her, his arms surround her. And suddenly, where she thought she was done. There she is again. Ready for him.
Hungry for him again. how can this be? It is, no question. She breathes deep as he enters her, welcomes him completely as he begins his new quest, his new conquest of her. And she lets him. She surrenders to his strength, his dominance and mastery of her.
He completely covers her back with his body, legs encircling hers, arms holding her, lips kissing the nape of her neck and sending chills though her. She can still move, still give him more. She tightens as he glides in and out of her. Meets him, thrust for thrust.
She is tuned to her lover, to his movements. She can feel the pace changing within him. Feel how he is reaching his peak. And suddenly, she hears her name burst forth , he finds her neck. And there with that nibble of a kiss, he pushes her over the edge with him.
They free-fall together, these two who climbed as high as they could and then jumped off. Ah...breath deep, in and out, slower and slower still. How does my lover love me? Hum languidly I will count the ways.
