You're in the elevator leading up to my room.

Your stomach is all butterflies a

nd tingly sensations. Your
heart's beating so fast. Thump,thu,thump,.....Thump,thu,thump, Thump,thu,thump,
.....Thump,thu,thump,
Thump,thu,thump,.....Thump,thu,thump like a live thing, a bird racing against yo
ur ribs.
With your pulse racing, every part of you is warm, almost seems like you're floa
ting as you walk. If you jumped
up, you could fly.

Of all the warmth coming off your silky brown skin, the only warmth you really n
otice, is the moisture soaking
through the lace of your panties. You do a quick mental count, that's the 3rd p
air today. The elevator dings, you
step out and down the hallway you sway. All unknowing of course. In your mind,
you're still thinking about each
swing of those sexy legs, how each stride rubs your dripping pussy lips inside y
our panties, each step only making
you hungrier. Coincidentally, you sway more and more as well. Each firm hip sh
ifting, rolling, screaming of sex,
and the female form at it's most artistic.

You're at my door. Thump,thu,thump..Thump,thu,thump..Thump,thu,thump..Thump,thu

,thump...saliva is pouring into you
mouth. Your thighs are now wet and it feels like you're flying. If you jumped
up, you'd leave orbit. You reach up
to knock, and the door swings open. Out wafts the smells of a spicy cologne, ol
d spice body wash and deoderant.
In the doorway, is me. Dark hair still wet, curls hanging in my face, a mischie
vous smile in place, blue eyes glinting.
I'm wearing a black button up shirt, which is not yet buttoned. You see my defi
ned shoulder blades and easily visilbe collar
bones, my collection of pales scars, criss-crossing my chest and torso, water is
still faintly visible on my dark
patch of chest hair and the dark line of hair trailing down the muscle of my sto
mach, leading your eyes to. . .other things. It's now
you notice I'm in dark jeans and barefoot.

You still haven't moved, hand raised to knock, tongue still stop-motioned in the
middle of licking quickly across
your succulent lips, lips meant for kissing, lips that demand attention if not d
evotion. You aren't quite sure how,
but somehow, my smile has become even more dangerous, more enticing. . .With a m
ental shake you stir yourself. "Are
you going to make me wait out here all night, or what, ass?" I let out a laugh,
a deep, bass laugh, you feel it vibrate
against your skin. I step aside, with a somewhat abashed grin, and motion you i
nside. "Milady".
You glide past me, making extra sure to swing those hips. A deliciously wicked
little smile on your lips. As you move past,
I have to close my eyes and I breathe you in. Your sopping wet pussy, your sham
poo, bodywash, perfume, all a tidal wave deluge of sex
attempting to erase rational thought with a haze of delicious oblivion. And I d
on't even try to fight.
You turn around to look at me, expectantly. As you do so, you start to notice t
he candles, everywhere. White, forest green, and lavender.
You also start to smell the beeswax, pine and lavendar flowers, almost as if you
were in a meadow, far from everything. There is a vase
of flowers, Stargazer Lilies, with one placed aside on the table. That seems od
d to you. Your attention comes back to me,
as I'm coming back to myself. My pupils have gotten very large. And whereas be
fore, I looked up to a sort of trouble you very badly
wished to be part of. Now, now I look hungry. A hunger you feel resonating ins
ide you, burning between your moistened thighs, the hunger
in my eyes makes it hard to breathe and for all the right reasons.
I stalk across the room towards you. Stalk? you think to yourself, but you don'
t know how else to phrase it. Before you can think about it further,
I'm in front of you, cupping your face with my hand, looking deeply into your ey
es. You want to look away at first, it's so intense, but you can't.
You feels my eyes sliding into you, reading you, seeing you in a way you've neve
r felt before. It feels like for the first time, someone actually understands,
that someone finally sees behind the mirror. You're terrified, you're so open,
so exposed, you have to hide. . .you have to . . . That's when you notice my
eyes again, they're watering and are smiling with so much warmth, your panic sta
rts to slip away. With a voice roughened by unshed tears, you hear me say. . .
"You're so beautiful, Paige, it's breaking my heart, and I understand now, that
you really can't believe it, which breaks it further". Reaching up with my other
hand, to cradle your face completely, I bend down and lean forward, touching my
forehead to yours, my eyes the only thing you can see. I whisper, "I'm so sorry
for all the
pain inside your heart, love, all the hurt this world and its wrongs have placed
within you. I see it, all of it and I see you, all of you. And you're beautif
ul".
Upon saying that, I lean back and slowly use my thumbs to wipe the tears from yo
ur cheeks and gently begin pulling you towards me, pressing your head to my ches
t,
wrapping my arms around you and squeezing you tightly to me. You're feel yourse
lf sort of fall into me, clinging to the safety you feel with my arms around you
,
lost in the smell of me and the warmth of my skin, your mind goes fuzzy. My fac

e is buried in the black silk of your hair, lost again in your scent, my hands a
lmost trembling,
luxuriating in the warmth pouring off you. The satiny feel of your skin, your h
ot breath against my bare chest.
None of which prepares me. The feelings of fear and panic you were feeling mere
minutes ago are vanishing, being consumed by such a hunger as you've never felt
before, such a need,
something so vast, it defies comprehension as for the first time it becomes clea
r. This is how it can really be. The raw emotion in his eyes couldn't be fake.
The near trembling,
reverence he's touching you with, it's real. There is good, there is beauty, th
ere is a purity that can happen between two people, and it's happening now. Wit
h him. . . .With you. .?
With you. The realization is like being hit by lightning. The hunger strikes a
crescendo inside your very soul, as if you're being were struck by a tuning for
k, every part of you
vibrating with energy, with need. Before you know it, you're taking my left nip
ple into your mouth, hungrily, as you reach under my shirt and begin sliding you
r hands up the hard
muscles of my back. When you're wet, hot mouth encloses my nipple my entire bod
y clenches and a sound crawls past my lips, somewhere between a moan and a whimp
er.
Your teeth are playing with my nipple, as I gently, firmly press you close to my
chest, hands entwined in your hair, massing your scalp, holding you to me, you
hungrily accept my need.
When you bite down softly, yet firm, I begin to move your head backwards, pullin
g your hair. You struggle to remain, lips fastened on me, stretching me with ea
ch pulling motion of my hand,
Stop. Pull. Stop. Pull. All the while you devour me even as your fingernails
scrape seductively down my back. My nipple grows rock hard in your mouth.
Sliding my hands down your neck, over your shoulders, down your arms, to your wa
ist, your lower back, your softly rounded ass. Strong fingers kneading, massagi
ng, memorizing every line of you.
I slide my hands down, behind your legs, and lift you up. Holding you so, I car
ry you to the bed. You take new oppurtunity to fasten the wet heat of your enti
cing mouth against my neck and in my brain,
every sort of goes grey and warm. Holding you with one arm, I throw the extra p
illows off the bed, saving one for you, on which I lay you down. As soon as you
hit the bed, some sense starts trickling back,
some awareness of everything again. The hunger both fades and increases. Fadin
g is the need that over ruled everything. Growing is the desire to be needed, t
o be fulfilled.
Sitting up, I throw my shirt off, you see the slow working of the muscles in my
arms, arms that you now realize were holding you so easily. I straddle your leg
s and lean down, my hands going to yours,
stretching your arms above your head, holding you there. I slowly slide my hand
s down your arms until I'm lying against you, left shoulder beside your face, su
pporting me, supporting the back of your head,
while my right arm tilts your face to mine. I move in so closely, lips just poi
sed above your own, so close, my breath mists your skin. I pause there and that
look of pure mischief is back. Back and ten times more.
I move even closer. You feel the heat of me. And still I pause, looking at you
expectantly, with my eyebrow raised. You reach your mouth to mine. But you ca

n't. You realize my the hand supporting your head,

is a fist closed in your hair, holding you, denying you. You whimper. A sound
full of everything the is female, everthing that is need: physical, sexual. You
feel my dick go rock hard where I'm pressed against you.
I throw my head back, that bass chuckle rumble forth again. I lean forward, wit
h my purr of laughter still going full, I press my lips to your ear. It's as if
you're struck by the tuning fork again, my voice resonating within,
vibrating every fiber of longing inside you. Your brain goes white. Your back
sharply arches, bucking underneath me. You jerk. Attempting to catch my mouth,
needing the taste of me, the feel of me, against you, inside you.
That fucking hand is still holding your hair. You strain against it, you can fe
el it, as silky hair slips through clenched fingers, mere fractions of an inch a
t a time, miles of seeming progress. And you drop back down. My grip is too
strong.
I make a rumbling "Mmmmmmmmmmm" inside my throat, "So close", I say. Before you
can mutter the things you're thinking, my mouth is there. Pushing you down int
o the bed. Pulling at you with a hunger that seems
to take your very breath. The half formed words, your thoughts vanish like earl
y morning dew in afternoon sunlight. My lips, full, soft, hungry, yours. Take
over your world. My tongue slips between our joined lips, hungrily
seeking yours. Joining, twining in a dance of mutual need. I pull back enough
to nudge you face aside with mine, exposing the left side of your neck. Startin
g at your collar bone, I slowly drag my wet lower lip up the side of your neck,
to the lobe of your ear. Once again, I'm struck by your smell, the scent you gi
ve off, I need it. I pause, my mouth next to your ear and exhale my pent up bre
ath. It comes out hot and shuddery, the pent up need inside me,
the roaring inferno that is my hunger. Goosebumps break across your back and ar
ms. I slide my tongue slowly into your ear, the thick width of my tip probes yo
u. The whimper you makes now as you drag your fingernails up the muscles
across my ribs, would make a Priest forsake his vows. I pause to breathe gently
into your moistened ear, adding a new flavor to the pleasure tingling through y
ou. My mouth drops down slightly lower. Tongue slips out as I pull your
ear lobe into my mouth, taking you between my sharpest teeth, slowly squeezing
down. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.Pain. The signals begin getting jammed togeth
er, your fingers dig in deeper. After seconds that seems like hours, I let go,
electricity radiates through your ear, into your head. Some dim part of your mi
nd comments on how your skirt is now unwearable. You both agree it doesn't matt
er.
Starting below your earlobe, I begin dragging that same sharp tooth down your sk
in, oh so very slowly. Your pulse thunders beneath me, the drum beat signaling
everything that is good. My lips wetly retrace the trail that my teeth
have blazed in your mind, on your skin. Soft lips to contrast the sharpness of
tooth, wet, giving, savoring your taste. Reaching your ear, my tongue plays ove
r you again, drawing new sounds from your open mouth. The mouth
mine hungrily finds once more.
You push against my chest, rolling me onto my back. You straddle me, grinding y
our hips against me. Your skirt rides, showing me your gleaming wetness and how
it's sheened your thighs. My mouth goes dry, then floods at
the thought of tasting you. You hurriedly take your shirt off, exposing your pe
rky breasts. You begin to reach behind your back to unfasten your bra. I simpl
y reach up, grabbing each side, and rip it clean off. It tears smoothly,
you hardly feel a thing, your breasts are freed and waiting. Grabbing my arms,
you stretch them behind me, holding me at the elbows. You begin slowly rubbing
your nipples across my mouth, just slow enough I can close my lips

around you before you move away. I make a mewling noise in my throat, like some
sort of hungry kitten, begging that you hold still, let me take you inside my m
outh and discover your reality with my tongue. You prove merciful,
and only after teasing me for several minutes longer. I wrap my hands around yo
ur shoulders and pull you down to me, rolling you over.
I begin softly kissing the undersides of your breasts, using my bottom lip to sl
owly slide across the delicate, sensitive skin there. Starting on the edges of
your breasts, I start licking slowly, spiraling circles, growing ever closer to
your nipple.
Your right hand is in my hair, pulling at me, holding me, encouraging me, your l
eft strokes my shoulder. My mouth is performing silent praise to your body. As
I reach your nipples, I slowly work my tongue around the erect tips before suck
ing
inside my mouth, lips enveloping you. Suckling at you, except it isn't your mil
k that I want, it's your pleasure. As my lips work one, the fingers of my hand
slowly twist and firmly pull, just as my mouth does. When you're nipples are fu
ll, I shift position,
bringing my sharp teeth to bare. Just the hint at first, just a graze, enough t
o tug, to make aware. To warn. As I begin biting down. The hand stroking my b
ack begins slapping at me instead. My pressure increases a fraction more, tenfo
ld for you.
And you're slapping me harder. More pressure. You have images of my teeth goin
g through the skin. Your hand in my hair, begins pulling. Before the "Uhn uhn
uh" noise comes from me, you relize that isn't the way to go either. The pressu
res gone.
Electricity shoots through your chest, you gasp. I look up, and smile into your
eyes, then begin lowering my mouth again. Your arms jerk to stop me before you
're aware. I chuckle. You relax, as my mouth gently closes over you, all lips
and I slowly,
and firmly begin pulling at you with my mouth again. You can't believe how sens
itive you've become. I stop and look up. I reach over and start massaging your
mistreated breast. Sinking back down into the bed, it's rather startling when
I flick you. Hard.
On the nipple. That jumbled mixture of pain and pleasure sparks through you aga
in.
You go to grab me, to pinch or bite my unabused nipples. I catch your arms, lau
ghing. You struggle, going for me, your indignation plain. I pin your arms dow
n and seize your mouth with mine. Your arms relax. For now.
I kiss my way down the side of your neck left unattended, across your chest, bet
ween your breasts, down the velvety skin of your stomach. Flat, with just a hin
t of extra, something to grab onto, something perfectly you.
Drawing little circles around your bellybutton with my tongue, stopping to gentl
y blow air across your wet skin. Watching you shiver with pleasure. I lean for
ward and start blowing fart sounds into your side. The completely
nonsensical, unexpectedness, you can't help but laugh and laugh and laugh. We'r
e both laughing and rolling around, wrestling. You skirt comes off as do my pan
ts. It becomes very obvious, we're both rather wet. And sweat
has nothing to do with it. I become serious. I flip you over and pin an arm be
hind your back. Not hard, just efficiently with purpose. Your legs are hanging
off the bed. Ass bent perfectly, mine. It calls to me in a song, silently,
louder than thunder overhead. Knowing what's happening, you've just relaxed com
pletely. Wanting it, wanting this, on such a profound level, you can't even tal
k. Every bit of you is poised, waiting. Waiting to feel what happens next.

Seeing that you're no longer struggling, I release your arm, distractedly. I've
already forgotten I was holding it. Your upraised ass and pheromones overrule
everything else

In one smooth motion, I slide your pant down to your ankles. Fast enough, I can
't even hear the wet noise they make as they slide down, parted from the layer o
f moisture soaking your pussy, but you can feel it.
It stirs something inside you deep and primal. You quickly kick away the soakin
g wet bundle that is your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to me. Wait
ing. Beckoning. The muted light perfectly displays
the moisture glistening across the insides of your thighs. In almost strings fr
om your pussy. My dick surges, flexing almost painfully. I begin slowly cleani
ng the moisture from the back of your thigh, near your groin,
from the cleft of your ass, so near your heavenly center, across your asshole.
My mouth is slow, leisurely, my tongue firm and greedy. Carefully and purposefu
lly, do I avoid touching your throbbing center. Everything but,
feels my tongue. Strings are actually forming and slowly dripping to the ground
between your now, widespread legs. All thought of rational thought no longer e
xists for you. Words aren't even a thing you know the meaning of.
Then suddenly the slurping, pulling, sucking. . . it stops.

From a what seems a million miles away, a voice enters the fog that is your mind
. "What do you want me to do, Paige". "Mmmmgmrmhm" is about the best you can
come up with. Louder this time, the voice again,
"Paige, I want to hear you say it". The use of words slowly trickles back into
your mind. Just as I begin to lightly blow on all the moisted skin before me.
Both that my tongue and mouth have wet, and that which is only
your pristine wetness. The words almost vanish from you mind again, but with a
struggle, you maintain them. In what is a whimpery quaver "My pussy, my pussy".
I say, "Oh, what about your pussy, love?" I gently blow on you again.
It comes out mostly as a moan, "Fuck me, please, fuck me". You feel my laugh e
ven as you hear it, not specific enough, dear. Grasping your ass, I spread you
open, exposing you to the air, my eyes, and eventually, my tongue.
"God, Paige, I want you so bad". I thrust my tongue inside you, hungrily workin
g it back and forth and begin slowly pulling your inner labia into my mouth. Yo
u're thrusting your ass back at me in time to my tongue thrusting into you. I n
eed more.

Standing up, I grab your ass and slide you further up the bed. Quickly qwelling
the urge to mount, to take you, to bury myself inside you as deep as I can go.
. . . you haven't earned that yet. There's a lot more begging left for you.

You give a little grunt of surprise as you start sliding up the bed, your roughl
y treated nipples tingle as they are dragged across the fabric of the bed. Play
fully biting your ass, I work my mouth down the backs of your thighs, down your
calves,
kissing little circles of temptation across your yearning flesh. Reaching your
ankles, I twist your legs together and turn you face up. Placing your heels aga
inst my chest, I bend forward from the waist, my eyes find yours and I say, "I'm
going to

go down on you now, like you've never felt before. There is one rule. You tell
me when you're close to cumming. Because then I'm going to stop what I'm doing
. "H-hey, that's not fair!" you start to say, 'No, no it isn't', I reply and co
ntinue Let you settle down, then start up again. A number of times. Until you
beg me for one, huge orgasm, unlike anything you've ever felt before. This is c
alled "Peaking". If you orgasm without permission, I'm going to stop altogether
. Understand?" Leaning closer,
I whisper in a voice raspy with need, "If you beg reeeeal nice, you might even g
et to come." The chuckle the purrs out gives you goosebumps.

Kneeling beside the bed, I slowly spread your legs apart until your throbbing ce
nter is exposed. Looking up at your face, I slide my hands under your thighs, r
esting my hands on your ribs as my face slowly moves in closer. Inch by inch,
time for you seems to crawl agonizingly by, as my face grows ever closer. Next
thing you know, my breath is against your skin. Slow, heavy, moist, cool ripple
s of sensation across your swollen clit, and glistening labia. "Well, love, wha
t do you want?".
I say as I blow soft and slow against you. "Oh, God. Eat me, fuck me, jus-just
do something. Please! I'm about to scream". . . . "Say please again, make me b
elieve it". . (more blown air, harder this time). . "You. . . . please. Please,
God. Please!".
Chuckles. . . "Good enough, love, good enough. . . . This time. . . ."

Placing my lips against you, I slowly begin sucking your clit into my mouth. Yo
u gasp in a weak, quivery sort of way, involuntarily. As I massage your clit wi
th my lips and tongue, my fingers are teasing your opening. Massaging your inne
r labia,
pushing inside just far enough, you get hopeful, just far enough, there's a smal
l slurp of suction. My free right hand reaches up to cup your breast, massaging
you, slowly twisting and pulling the nipple of your left breast. As your still
sore nipple begins
to distract you, my two fingers make their journey inside you, barely fitting, s
nuggly sliding inside the heavenly warmth of your body. You muffle a scream. M
ostly. Well, somewhat. I twist your nipple harder. Even as I'm slowling twist
ing my fingers inside you, in and out, twisting, twiiiisting. I curl them upwar
d, searcing for your g-spot. Finding it, I suck your clit the hardest yet, hold
ing it, and begin working my fingers in small fast circles. I let your clit go.
Sensation returns, your clit being completely swollen, electricity pours throu
gh you. Waves of heat lightning spiking outward from you pussy, radiating from
your clit. You can feel the orgasm approaching like like a summer storm. "I. .
. I'm about to . . c-c-cum". My mouth stops, fingers stop and I give you a
few seconds before I slowly slide my fingers free with a wet sound. Then with
my palm, I begin to slowly rub your clit in a circle. The storm that was approa
ching slowly seems to somehow, disperse into the rest of your body. Everywhere,
you feel slightly charged with energy, a warm, tingly sensation.
Resuming, my tongue starts a slow journey inside you. Starting with the the slo
w pulling of your inner labia, ending with me darting inside you, tasting every
bit of you I can reach even as a moistened thumb quickly, expertly works at your
clit. Fast
circles to the right, then left, then up and down. Before a minute has passed,
"Uh, Unh, I . . . I. . .cu-cu-. . . .". Everything once again stops. You're b
reathing heavily now. Your eyes can't seem to focus properly. It's taking an e
ffort of will to push
back that storm this time. But you succeed. Once again, my palm makes slow cir

cles against your clit, a different direction this time.

Watching you closely, I see exactly when you're no longer holding yourself tense
d, resisting the energy pulsing inside you. In one long, smooth stroke, my fing
ers are inside you again. Tongue firmly stroking you, slow and rythmic, faster
and faster. Even
as my fingers go directly to your g-spot. Hard like a button now. Begging for
attention. "Is this what you want, Paige". . . fingers quickly flick back and f
orth inside you, a come-hither motion done in a blur. <insert whimpery pleading
sound>
Between my tongue and fingers, in no time at all, your legs are flopping around,
you're half rolling and curling up on the bed. "Are you close, love?" . . . .
. "Ye-ye-. . ." Everything stops.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

"Do you want it, Paige" . . . . . <panting, moaning, indecipherable words> . . .

. . . . "Use your words, love" Evil chuckle . . . . . . . <gasping> "God, yes,
please, Oh, God. . uh. . .unh . . . UUUUNH" Your fingers are clawing at the bed,
your legs kicking, toes curling as I stand up, fingers still inside you. My ha
nd is almost a blur as I work my fingers inside you, stroking, pulling, twitchin
g. Gone is the summer storm. You have a tsunami towering over you, any moment,
crashing down, obliterating everything
beneath a tidal wave of mind numbing warmth. A dam breaks inside you. Gone is
rational thought. Gone is impulse control. Gone is control. You're screaming
noises you don't even comprehend as your writhe and flop across the bed. Energy
and electricity richocheting through your body so fast, wave after wave of warm
th pulses inside you. Orgasm hits you one after another. Inside your mind, the
re is just the constant whiteness of consciousness barely maintained, your muscl
es continue to twitch and spasm.

Watching this, watching you. A new hunger begins building inside me. The sort
of hunger consisting of growls and noises that existed long before words. You'r
e mine. This is mine. A dam is breaking inside me as well. As you continue to
whimper and writhe, every muscle tightens, one by one. My erection, a constant
throbbing epicenter. A growl rumbles out of me, low and bass. Running on all
fours, through woods in the night, ownership, power, domination. This growl enc
ompasses all of these things. Sounds no longer heard these days. Sounds pulled
from the depths of my soul, from a time forgotten, at the sight of you.

Stalking over to the bed, I leap on top, straddling you. My lips find yours. M
y hands find your wrists, one by one. Strapping you down, gently, firmly, with
the velcro ties hidden between headboard and matress. You're mine. To do with
as I please.
The growl rumbles forth again, directly against your lips. You flash back to th
at other time. Running, exhilaration, strength in submission, the thrill of bei
ng taken, being over-powered, brought down, struggling, losing, to someone more
powerful, your mate. These things were right. Needfull. You're gasping now, n
ot even aware of it. Grinding your hips against me. Your eyes have gone feral,
all hunger and need. Lust, sex, need. With an iron will, I maintain a semblen
ce of rational thought. Lips against your ear "I'm going to fuck you. Eventual
ly. First, you're going to beg me. And beg me. Even though, you'll get exactl
y what I decide to give you. As little as I decide to give it. But you're goin
g to beg".

With those words, I sit back. Putting your legs, still weak, still hardly movea
ble, over my shoulders and I lean forward. Your legs are stretched out, muscles
tight against my chest, my throbbing erection resting against you. Far enough
away, you can't simply move your hips to take me in. Close enough, you can feel
the heat of me pulling at you. Bracing myself on my forearms, hands cradling y
our head, I slowly, slightly begin moving my hips up and down. So very slightly
does it enter you. Just passing
your inner labia. Just enough for the heat of you to scream at me. The wetness
of you to hook claws of need into me. Near enough, you thrash your arms, needi
ng to pull my hips into you, the nearness stealing rationale thought.

Closer now. The head of my dick is working to squeeze inside you. If only I we
re to let it. Savoring the cusp. The very edge of where you suck me in, the ve
ry verge of being inside. The nearness if palpable. A living thing. Burning i
n our minds. A wordless need, screaming for fulfillment. You strain to reach m
y mouth, your tongue struggling to touch mine and I laughingly hold myself just
out of reach. The grunts you make, the sounds of need. Thought no longer relev
ant. I pull back. Tensing my muscles. . . . . This is it, I'm going to finally
pierce you, you can feel it". . .I thrust forward, only to stop, barely past wh
ere I was before. A quarter inch never felt so much like a mile, before. For t
he briefest of seconds, you have me inside you, past your opening, . . . inside.
The suction as I pull back only makes you more aware of this. You would screa
m if you could remember how.

I tense again, muscles preparing to spear my shaft inside you, as deep as possib
le, filling you full, sealing us together. As one, complete, unified. Whole.
I slam forward. Stopping even further short of before. You pull at your arms a
gain. This need
the only thing that matters any longer. Words entirely forgotten. The need for
thrusting, filling, completion. Hot seed shooting inside you. A need to old,
so primal, a need as old as time itself. And again, you are denied. You flex m
uscles you weren't even aware of, attempting to pull me inside you, thrust me in
to the aching center of your need. Wet, fevered heat, fevered need. The feelin
gs of which your world now revolves.

Prepared for that, I pull back fractions of an inch, just enough. . . .as you tr
y, you only catch the barest touch of me, only serving to inflame the need ragin
g inside you to an extreme your conscious mind never could imagine. I laugh. A
deep, satisfied sound,
mischievous, evil, purely yours and knowning, oh so knowing, it makes you ache i
n your most secret places. I sit back. Sliding your legs together, I roll you
over. Having provided enough slack in your bonds, your arms cross as you roll,
loosely, perfectly.

I straddle you once more. Slowly, firmly, running my thumbs up either side of y
our spine. All the while, my eyes are fastened to the moistness of your slit.
The tightness of your ass. The way your pussy is squeezed between your thighs,
buttocks. The way you scream at me to penetrate you. A roaring fills my ears.
My dick throbs with such intensity, pain pulls at some far, distant part of my
mind. A drop of moisture forms at the tip. Slowly increasing in time to the pu
lsing of my member. I slide up to the head of the bed. Grabbing you by the hai
r as I lean forward. I slowly begin rubbing the tip of my cock across your lips
. Rubbing my precum, the soaked tip of me, against you. Your lips. A silently
spoken request. Silently screamed. Your moistened lips slow open, revealing a
feverishly hot mouth as you latch on to me. My mind screams in white noise. M
y fist spasms in your hair. Every muscle in my body tightening. Slowly workin
g my hips forward, slowling pulling your head back even as you work your mouth a
nd tongue againt my head. I pull you down all the way. The length of me, hitti
ng your throat. You reflexively gag and pull your head back. Recovering, you t
hrust yourself back onto me. Impaling yourself with my erection. I feel your t
hroat muscles working. The white noise in my head is tinged with red and still
screaming. Pulling your head back and moving my hips away, I'm greeted with the
sight of you licking your lips, eyes hungrily fastened on mine own.

A storm is raging inside my head. Every instinct screaming to ram myself into y
our waiting mouth. To pulse forth wave after wave of seed, filling you. Having
you suck me down and asking for more.

With a growl that's part scream, part whimper, I slam those thoughts away and do
wn. I pull your head back, the muscles of your neck straining. In a voice that
's more growl than anything. . ."That was very good, love" just before my tongue
hungrily finds your ear, the feverish heat probing you, sending the wet heat st
raight to your brain and down your spine. "Now it's my turn, please, feel free
to beg. Loudly." Evil, resonate chuckle.

Gripping your breasts, I slide the length of me down your body. Taking special
time to run the throbbing shaft across your burning desire. I begin planting we
t, slow, lingering kisses along the back of your neck. Tasting you, feeling you
. My teeth making their occassional appearance as they glide sharply down your
skin. The hardness of my erection, pressed firmly against you. Your closed leg
s making for the perfect resistance as I glide the head over your opening. Just
barely letting myself snag towards the end, just enough to make you hopeful. T
o make you crave me slipping roughly inside you. Time and again. You thrust ba
ckwards with your hips, hoping to catch me. Time and again I elude you, by the
barest fraction. I lift up your hips and slide a pillow underneath you. Placin
g my left hand between your shoulder blades, I push you down into the bed. My r
ight, grips my throbbing cock. I begin using the hard length of me to stroke yo

ur clit, to make small circles inside your opening, arched invitingly for me.

"What do you say, Paige?" You begin thrusting your hips back even more aggressiv
ely. Moaning, panting, wordless demand made clear. "Beg, love, beg me. Beg me
!" . . . . . ."God I need it so bad. I need you, baby. Please, please fuck me"
. Pleasure courses though me in a wave starting and my scalp, ending at my feet
. Hoarse with need, deep, gravelly "Say it again" . . . . . ."Fuck me, baby, fu
ck me. Take it like it's yours".

Starting at your hips, I bite and kiss my way up your spine. Until my breath is
thundering against your neck, in your ears, as I slide my hands under your ches
t to grip your shoulders. The throbbing tip of my erection settles in the sligh
t gaping of your
hungry opening. With a growl that is in no way human, I begin the long stroke n
eedful to work myself in you, deep inside you. You thrust back to meet me. Pus
sy opening further, giving way to our mutual need. Even as I pull your shoulder
s towards me, grinding myself in you deeper. Heat lighning flashes through us b
oth. A white roaring sound that erases everthing. Beyond the thrust of our hip
s and the wordless cries we make.

I pause time and again, pulling out almost completely, until just the barest bit
of your labia maintains a grip on me. Working mere fractions of an inch, in an
d out, until a powerful thrust sinks me back into your depths, sealing us togeth
er once more.
You begin to notice the rythym, thrusting your hips back even as I thrust into y
ou. Grinding me inside you, gripping me, taking me as I take you. I ravish you
r neck with my mouth and teeth even as you ravish me with your secret mouth. Ba
ck and forth, back and forth we go. Natural rythym building towards a crescendo
.

I roll you back over. Wrapping your legs around me. I thrust into you deep and
hard, even as our lips hungrily find one another. Tongues penetrating. You pe
netrating me as I penetrate you. Back and forth. I untie your hands. Immediat
ely you begin
grabbing my ass, trying to thrust me even harder inside you, your tongue thrusti
ng ever more hungrily inside my mouth, your legs tightening like a vice around m
e, pulling me close, deeper. My hands cradling your head, elbows resting agains
t your shoulders, I begin thrusting into you with everything I have. Every musc
le straining. Yours. Mine. Both. Only one thing remaining, the greatest need
of all. Burning inside of us with flames that obliterate the sun and the stars
.

Your pussy pulls at me, with the suction force of life, demanding, pleading, ins
isting. The heat of you, the wet, delicious warmth, the pulling, melts every re
serve, every mental resource I have. You start whispering in a need filled chan
t "Cum in me, baby. Fill me up. I wanna feel it, baby. Take it like it's your
s". In a brain already fuzzy with need, those words are the gasoline that sets
the world on fire. Thrust. THRUST. Pelvis meeting pelvis. Jarring you. Shak
ing you. Spearing you with a heat that's almost painful. A heat that every fib
er of your demands. Craves.

Your teeth fasten onto my ear even as your fingers scrape down my back. Resting
on my ass, feeling the muscles straining, shifting, working, even as I thrust o
ne final, powerful time into you, you grip me, holding me inside. Feeling the l
iquid heat of my seed shooting into you. Filling you. As the white noise begin
s to fade, every muscle in our bodies goes slack. Hearts thundering, lungs labo
ring, we cradle one another. I'm still throbbing inside you. Slower and slower
until I can no longer flex my dick, no longer push my hardness inside you. Tre
mbling overcomes us both.

I rest my head next to yours, lips softly kissing the sweat dampened skin of you
r neck. Holding you tight to me. Kissing your face, your forehead, your closed
eyelids, your nose, and finally your mouth. We lie like that for minutes, or h
ours. Time no longer
really seems to matter. Eventually, I roll off you and get a warm wash for us t
o clean up with. Eventually, you're in my arms, head on my chest, leg thrown ov
er mine. A world full of people, and only we exist. You. Me. Us. Together.
My fingers are in your hair, stroking your arm, your back, your thigh. Sleep s
ilently steals us away from consiousness. But you're still mine. As I am yours
.