I started moving again, slower this time but just as deep. My hands roamed her body, claiming, possessing, worshipping.
"You're so beautiful like this," I murmured. "Pinned beneath me. Filled with my dick. Covered in my marks. Mmm, baby."
I reached around to find her clit, rubbing circles while I fucked her from behind. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"Come for me again," I said. "I want to feel you come on my dick."
She did, sobbing my name into the pillow. And the feeling of her clenching around me sent me over the edge again. I came inside her for the second time, adding to what was already there. Making sure she was full. Marked. Claimed.
When I finally pulled out, I watched as my cum started to leak from her. I scooped it up with my fingers and pushed it back inside.
"Keep it all in," I said. "Don't waste a drop."
She whimpered but nodded.
I laid beside her and pulled her into my arms, both of us sweaty and spent.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, stroking her hair.
"More than okay," she whispered. "That was intense."
"Too intense?"
"No. Exactly what I needed. I missed you and it cured my need to feel you." She tilted her head to look at me. "Is it always going to be like this with us?"
"Like what?"
"Consuming. All encompassing. Like nothing else exists except us."
I thought about that. "I hope. Is that okay?"
She smiled, tired but genuine. "Yeah. It's okay."
I held her close, feeling her breathing evening out as exhaustion took her. She was marked. Claimed. Filled with my seed. Mine in every way that mattered. And I'd never let her go.
Mikhail
Iwoke in the middle of the night with Shanice curled against me, her breathing soft and even. But I was hard again. Still wound up and needing more. I looked at her sleeping face, peaceful and trusting, and something possessive stirred in my chest.
Mine. And I need to be inside her again.
I moved slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake her yet. I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them gently. She was still wet from earlier, my release evident and coating her. The sight made my dick throb. But I wanted to taste her first, before I was inside her again.
I lowered my head and licked through her folds, slow and deliberate. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. I kept going, my tongue working her clit in gentle circles. Her breathing changed, becoming faster. Her hips shifted slightly, seeking more of my mouth.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot while my mouth continued its work. She was responding beautifully even in her state of partially asleep and awake.
"Mikhail," she mumbled, still not fully aware. I could tell from the sleep still thick in her voice.
"Shh," I murmured against her. "Just feel, baby."
I kept working her until she was squirming, small sounds escaping her throat. Then I moved lower, my tongue trailing down to that tight ring of muscle between the globes of her ass.
She gasped, her eyes flying open. "What are you doing?"
"Relax, baby," I said softly. "Trust me. Let me show you how good it can be."
I licked her there, gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation. She tensed, her breath catching.
