After a moment of looking at each other,
he sighed and he lay on his back , stroking the back of her hand that he was holding, then he said:
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– You are mine!
She looked at him for a fraction of a second, then shook her head.
– Yes, I am!
Then she turned around on the armchair, leaned toward him, cupped his face in her hands, she stopped to look in his eyes as if she wanted to be sure he was listening to her reason, then she left her head down and kissed him. Since the first touch of her lips, there was no doubt about her intentions or the direction in which things were going, the kiss definitely became burning, then incendiary in just a few seconds. At that moment, it was no surprise that things quickly ran out of control. Or, more correctly, with a ruthless determination and an unbridled will, they were trained for a single supreme purpose. Both of them were insatiable and greedy, kissing each other wildly. The heat turned into a wave of melted desire, burning lust. With a mute twinge, she changed her position, then her hands were everywhere; they were walking on his body, they grabbed his jacket, and urged him to get out of the chair so she could remove the clothes that were inconvenient. He was absorbed, caught, distracted and subjugated, while his tongue was due to hers, her lips were devouring his mouth, and his hands were following her body shape and they were weighing her voluptuous breasts, he had to remain conscious enough – despite all that despondent desires, stealing his senses to obey, to stand up, stand beside her, and move far enough away from her to take off his coat and vest – for nothing then to be in her way . Nothing he did seem to hold on her, to stop her from restoring a certain degree of supremacy in a world filled with an unexpectedly great need, flooded with voluptuous passions, violent bursts of desire, are born to get a full understanding, and then receive – in the next fraction of a second – immediate satisfactions. He felt dizzy – just as reckless and reluctant as she was while struggling with each other to get rid of their clothes, while the silk was whispering on her wet and moist skin while her palms and fingers were exploring obviously, carving and drawing contours. The night cold was thrown away by the first touch of their bodies, naked and hot, and the sensation, sharp and vigorous, shook them. It propelled them to a level of passionate warmth, to another degree of devout lucidity. Of devout passion. He gripped his arms around her and glued him to her, shaping her body after his body. And she still did not stop; neither to think, nor to shyness. She urged him to continue to seem determined to plunge into an act he had never before experienced – with a ruthless enthusiasm that moved him to the edge. His problem was that her desires were his; everything she wanted – to make, to feel, to explore – fully coincided with his devouring needs. Everything she wanted, he wanted too; everything she demanded through an obvious abandon, he was anxious and burned to offer her, to make her laugh, give her pleasure, to enchant her . The only thing he would not have agreed-if he had managed to gather his thoughts from the leaping whirlwind she had drawn to him-was the tempo, would have been the rhythm. He would have doing it slowly, would have taken it easy, step by step, but she wanted to be fast, to hurry and to get through each stage quickly. Directly to the next. She had never felt so free, so sure of her and her destiny. The devout need to move forward and to touch and capture everything she could be, to become master of the role she knew now in her heart, was her right to birth. She wanted him. Yes, she was his, but in her mind, that meant he was hers also. To get through him everything she wanted, to know the depths of passion and the dizzying peaks of desire. And she was not the kind to do half things. So she unleashed herself, to be free as she pleased, to do what she wanted, to pray, to explore and to ask as she pleased, to indulge and seek satisfaction. To take everything she could and offer everything she could. His lips, his mouth, his broad chest, the heavy muscles that carved his shoulders, all that were tempting her and they were taking her closer, to make her touch, possess, taste and, to her delight, to make him tremble . His touch, the way his fingers passed over her skin, the hot seal of his mouth on her naked breasts, his possessiveness, threatened to make her lose her mind, let her down, dizzy, flooded by a giant wave of sensations, but each time she managed to remain anchored in the reality represented by him, by his masculine, strong, virile, grasping beauty, which she had discovered when she undressed him. And this did not just affect her look, but all the senses. The sensual struggle that was spitting was exactly what she wanted. She wanted, she needed, to feel his power, to provoke him, to explore and finally to obey to him. His penis was burning with desire, and the touch of her silky skin and her tender limbs that rubbed his hardened muscle made him tremble.
– I’ve waited for years, though I never really knew what I was expecting. What I was looking for.
She looked down, and he believed she was looking at her pendant, a peculiar pink crystal with many facets. Then she gently raised her head, smiled and looked into his eyes.
– But now it seems I know. Here, she said, she put her hand between her breasts. Here, I know. I did not think it could happen that I can feel such a certainty, but it happened and I just know …
With her eyes closed tightly, her heart crazy of desire, she felt a hot whip that urged her to continue. She bit her lower lip and she was breathing because hard of the nagging sentiment he offered her when he penetrated her … She wanted more, she wanted him. Entirely. Desperately. And he wanted her just as much. She could feel the dangerous strain on her whole body. She opened her eyes, their eyes greeted, she moaned, and her voice was just a hoarse whisper.
– I can not … not like that. Do it, take me … Make love to me.
Whimpering above her, he looked down at her with fascinating eyes, blurred by passion, desperate desires. In spite of the burning heat that was emanating from the center of her pleasure that was inviting him inside, he said:
– Trust me. It’ll hurt you at first, but …
– I know! she frowned and moved beneath him long enough to touch the wet and hot place of her to his penis. Do it!
She moaned, trembled, clinging to him. Then she stretched a hand, pulled his head down, her lips searching for his, kissing him with greed, with determination and daring, urging him to continue. Becoming one, slaves to each other, they went to the top; the beating of their hearts merged, carrying them further and pushing them higher. Until they both passed through the clouds and the ecstasy shines, as hot as the sun and brighter than the stars. They lived such strong and vibrant sensations. She screamed and shuddered around him, her fingers were pounding in his flesh as he vigorously penetrated her with his irresistible limb inside, leading it alongside her in a mad explosion of sensations. He moaned too and became hers entirely . He became the prey of the possessive ecstasy .
