POSSESSION
"I want you bad…Sabastian……please…not like this…"
"Punishment for making me wait this long." He whispered against my flesh followed by a trail of kisses that slid erotically up and down my spine as he slowly, deliberately undressed me.
He was in control making it a point not to ignore all of my erogenous zones, the back of my ears, he licked, then nibbled on my lobe. Sabastian's experienced fingers released the clasp of my bra and his hands slid around to cup my breasts, gently caressing, weighing them, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
"Mmm, you are delicious." he ground out in an attempt to contain his own composure. He would not allow himself to be distracted from the task at hand.
He was angry with me. I knew because I felt it in his bruising kisses as he crushed my mouth with his. It wasn't my fault that he was away so much. It was his demanding job and there was nothing I could do.
My head drifted back onto his heavily muscled shoulder, allowing him his perusal of me. Empowering me was his game now, and submissive he demanded from me. No words were spoken; it showed in his lust, this supreme tendency that was so obscure since we barely knew one another. But a deep longing suffered between us and we had this deep yearning to explore one another. It was something of a never-ending dream that had now become reality.
His chest was supporting my back, solid and wonderfully warm and he began to grind his hips against my ass and I felt him, hard and wanting. My body was screaming for him, but I could not touch him. Sabastian wrapped his strong arms around my waist, slowly manipulating my skin with his hands until I shivered. Lower he dared and I shuddered as his finger's mercilessly slipped into the waistband of my jeans, playing just at the edge where my thong began.
The silence he managed to uphold was deadly, even to my own mind as I stood there in a reckless surrender; I was not allowed to speak I couldn't even if I was compelled, my breathing was now uncontrolled. He held me within his power, and I knew he was reveling in his own satisfaction. Sabastian knew he had me right where he wanted. For my obedience would be his gain and eventually my own aching need for pleasure he would only torture me with.
My knees threatened to buckle beneath me from the level of this pleasurable fear he had driven into me. For I knew very little about him, but in my heart I loved him. It was destiny and fate that wove us together. This incredible man was my soul. I yearned for him daily. My every waking breath was his and the void inside of me was unbearable without him. Filling it was so difficult since I didn't know where to begin. But he was here, all the suffering gone, our partially nude bodies touching for the very first time.
And here he was, all mine, breathing on my heated flesh. Kissing my skin making every nerve in my body come alive again just as I dreamed. This untamed man knew only one thing and was stopping at nothing to have it. Sabastian began a torturous ritual of unzipping my jeans, opening the flaps, running his long splayed fingers over the bare shaven mound of my body that he knew would belong only to him. He kissed the newly exposed flesh.
My body racked and I dropped to my knees when he slid two long fingers inside my soaking wet passageway. His appetite for me was ravenous like that of a large cat stalking his prey. The scent of our own musk began to permeate the air around us intensifying our deep awakening for each other. It was sheer ecstasy, for me to be in this mans arms. To smell him, to want to taste him was pure agony for me. He lifted me up from the cool floor then carried me to the bed where he gently laid me down and proceeded to remove my jeans.
