Ceaselessly, my heel taps frenetically- i'm all nerves. i can't tell if it's the coffee or the lack of release, but i can't sit still. my senses are heightened and everything is painted with a surrealistic tinge. Every part of me is hyper sensitive to the mystery waiting for me up on the twelfth floor- i have the room number, i have the instructions ingrained in my memory. i was nearly shaking with the need to come as he fed them to me last night over the phone.
"your orgasm will wait until mine. you will wait until I come inside you, do you understand?"
And i do, i want nothing more than to blend our pleasure, create it and extinguish it- lighting a candle and devouring its wanton flame with its own wax down the reaching wick. i need it, and my pleasure, His pleasure, it's all the same now. It's a fantastic reminder of what i am to Him, and a perfect illustration of how His satisfaction is my goal, always. For this, i'm insatiable, to show him that He can find his gratification in my body, that i only find it with His, that His permission, His calculated moves, His pride in me, that's all i want- and desperately.
His grip snakes up my back and He moves on top of me in a smooth, facile fashion. This is what i wanted, God, His body mounting me, His frustrations alleviated, forced onto me. He shoves into me, hitting my cervix with every pounding stroke and i do nothing to hide my cries. It's a fevered tempo we've adopted, a frenzied crescendo if needs that will be met. He pushes into me with His insistent rod and i receive- God, do i receive.
Quicker, tenser, it's incendiary the want. Bodies singing with want, His demands on my eager pussy more urgent. Breathless encouragement, overtures of want string from my mouth, egging Him on, begging, boldly in this moment of slicked wills.
i can feel it inside me, something breaking and mending and rebuilding before anything else, His body goes rigid, there's nothing more simple, more complex, more egregious and more sensual as He makes room for Himself in my open, cum-slick cunt, and from me, from my very core, this warmth and vulnerable state is ripped open and exposed, this hyper-sexual being is His, this domesticated, sexual animal under His command and with the jets of hot, angry come inside me, i let go.
He holds me through it, tight to his chest, and my body's tangled in the pain that's slowly blossomed into a furious release. Shaking under Him, i can barely see straight. It's an incredible feeling, finally having Him over me, finally having all of me, and i wish i could articulate that to Him any other way besides with the quivering gasps and tight grip around Him. There's never been closeness like this- He's holding my very person together so i don't fall apart at the seams or something. The intimacy is awe-inspiring; something i didn't know could bloom from something like this. As we lay tangled in one another, catching breath and strength and words, His heartbeat is insistent and strong into my chest. It let's me know with each comforting pulse: i'm owned.
"your orgasm will wait until mine. you will wait until I come inside you, do you understand?"
And i do, i want nothing more than to blend our pleasure, create it and extinguish it- lighting a candle and devouring its wanton flame with its own wax down the reaching wick. i need it, and my pleasure, His pleasure, it's all the same now. It's a fantastic reminder of what i am to Him, and a perfect illustration of how His satisfaction is my goal, always. For this, i'm insatiable, to show him that He can find his gratification in my body, that i only find it with His, that His permission, His calculated moves, His pride in me, that's all i want- and desperately.
His grip snakes up my back and He moves on top of me in a smooth, facile fashion. This is what i wanted, God, His body mounting me, His frustrations alleviated, forced onto me. He shoves into me, hitting my cervix with every pounding stroke and i do nothing to hide my cries. It's a fevered tempo we've adopted, a frenzied crescendo if needs that will be met. He pushes into me with His insistent rod and i receive- God, do i receive.
Quicker, tenser, it's incendiary the want. Bodies singing with want, His demands on my eager pussy more urgent. Breathless encouragement, overtures of want string from my mouth, egging Him on, begging, boldly in this moment of slicked wills.
i can feel it inside me, something breaking and mending and rebuilding before anything else, His body goes rigid, there's nothing more simple, more complex, more egregious and more sensual as He makes room for Himself in my open, cum-slick cunt, and from me, from my very core, this warmth and vulnerable state is ripped open and exposed, this hyper-sexual being is His, this domesticated, sexual animal under His command and with the jets of hot, angry come inside me, i let go.
He holds me through it, tight to his chest, and my body's tangled in the pain that's slowly blossomed into a furious release. Shaking under Him, i can barely see straight. It's an incredible feeling, finally having Him over me, finally having all of me, and i wish i could articulate that to Him any other way besides with the quivering gasps and tight grip around Him. There's never been closeness like this- He's holding my very person together so i don't fall apart at the seams or something. The intimacy is awe-inspiring; something i didn't know could bloom from something like this. As we lay tangled in one another, catching breath and strength and words, His heartbeat is insistent and strong into my chest. It let's me know with each comforting pulse: i'm owned.
