"This feels so good," I moan dreamily. Just awakening from sleep. He lays behind me, his arms around me. I'm wrapped in his tight embrace as he pulls me against his chest. I feel hot. His fingers are playing with my breasts, while he is nuzzling at my neck. Shivers run down my spine. I wonder for how long he is already playing with me. When did I get naked. But it feels too good. I don't really care.
It feels great. "I give you two hours to stop this," I say, as i nestle deeper into his embrace.
"You are so warm, so hot," he moans throatily into my ear.
I feel his deep voice in my stomach. One of his hands is leaving spots of tingling hotness everywhere while moving down my body. I know what he wants. He wants to use me again, relieve himself, use me like a little slut, until I'm whimpering in lust. Giving him everything he needs. This is about his lust not love. But it feels too good to care, right now.
Just a bit longer.
He is grabbing me harder, kneading my left breast with wanton desire.
I'm so turned on right now. "Please," I moan as he is rolling my hardening left nipple between his fingers.
Blood is rushing through my body. I'm sure that my upper body is already flushed red as I get more and more turned on.
I'm no different than any other woman and always so easily arousable in the middle of my cycle. Ready and on a hair trigger, I want it. So much. I'm sure that he knows, that he feels how malleable I'm right now for his desires.
"This feels so good, but please, we can't. Not today," I beg.
He bites my neck, almost in a nice way. I know that he is reminding me of his strength and power. Marking me. I'm his now. He owns me, every pleasure, every moment, everything. I must do something but it might already be to late.
"Please," I moan.
It's a dangerous day and I really don't want to get pregnant. Got some life to live before that.
But it feels so good. I feel so good.
He is mauling my breast even harder now, tightening his grip. I can feel him hardening to substantial size behind me.
There is no way he is going to stop anymore,
I think to myself.
His right hand wanders down between my legs. He knows that I'm his to enjoy, he can just take what he wants. He is slowly parting my pussy lips.
I'm so wet.
He dips into me with a finger, slowly, methodically, just a bit. Up and down.
"Mhhmm," I moan, as I feel myself opening up to his finger. So much pleasure, at my fingertips. Just a word. Just a little deeper, more.
I want it...No, no, this is too much, not today,...
I think as my sanity tries to kick in.
I feel his finger sliding out of me. Everything so deliberately, agonizingly slow. I'm basking in the current of pleasure. I feel so hot, wanted, erotic.
His finger, thoroughly wetted, rubs over my clit.
Pleasure shoots through me. "Ahhhh," I moan louder. That's it.
More, I need more!