Claimed

Your heart beats beneath my palm, a caged hummingbird, evidence of our strenuous copulation. I read the smile that unfurls across your face as a signal of victory. Panting, you prop yourself up on your elbows to assess my tousled hair. Your fingers gently smooth over the skin of my jaw, where your stubble has grazed me.

I catch your hand, draw your fingers to my mouth. My breath is hot against your fingers; my tongue swirls around your fingertips, the motion mimicks the movements of the blowjob that I gave you mere moments ago.

'You're insatiable,' you breathe heavily. 

'Only when I'm around you,' I respond, taking your finger deep into my mouth. Looking at you from below my lashes, in an affected, coy manner, I watch your eyes drift shut.

As you push another finger into my greedy mouth, you move your own lips to my breast. At first, your touch is soft and teasing, light kisses that give way to a deeper sensation. You bite and suck until my nipples are diamonds. My pussy is overflowing; my body desperate to be fucked.

You withdraw your hand from my mouth, wiping your fingers on my breast. Playfully, with a devilish smile dancing across your beautiful jaw-line, you flick my nipple, watching how my body convulses in response.

Your hand drifts lower, snaking over my abdomen, caressing my thighs. You are close enough to my dripping pussy to recognise my burning desire. You linger long enough to tempt me to grind against you in the futile hopes of bringing myself to orgasm.

A low chuckle informs me that you are well aware of the cruelty of this tortuous behavior. I pout and you move your hand further away. Pinned beneath your strong body, I am unable to find any means of release. I reach for your cock and stroke it gently, a poor caricature of your expert dominance. I am too keen; too desperate to please.

Then, blissfully, one finger probes the soaking wetness between my legs. It is enough to fill the aching void but not enough to make me climax and I moan pitifully.

Slowly, you thrust another finger inside of me, building with speed and intensity until the tempo of your ministrations reaches a crescendo.

I kiss you frantically, lost in passion.

You move over me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around your waist and offer my body to you. 

There's something delightful about the feel of a cock sliding into a freshly fucked hole, a familiarity and sense of ease that is sharply contrasted by wanton desire. Consumed by a burning passion, fingers grasping greedily, desperate for another orgasm. We are blinded by passion.

We writhe together and your mouth encompasses mine. Your fingers knot into my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. You toy with me, nibbling and kissing the exposed skin - a symphony of delight that leaves me enraptured. I claw at your back as a tsunami rages inside of me. My pussy tightens around you, a dying star. The sensation is intense. Akin to pain. And, yet, we cannot stop, drawn together, star-crossed, stealing moments where we can and reveling in the destruction we call love.

You tear yourself from me and I moan pitifully. How can my body ache for you after a mere second apart? You plunge back into me with a force that leaves me convulsing, screaming Daddy. Again and again, you slam your cock into my dripping pussy. It is torture. It is all I desire.

The rest of the world melts away. We are all that remain. I stare into the galaxies of your eyes. The icy, blue orbs hold me entranced. Your strong hands find my wrists, pinning me to the bed so that I cannot hide my face. You smile softly as you watch my eyes close in rapture. As I cum, my lips part; my back arches. I pull you deeper into me. I feel your orgasm as intensely as my own - a nebula erupting within me. Stars pirouette across my closed eyelids, a surge of intensity alighting within my own frame. I scream daddy as your mouth closes over mine, an infinite universe caught in that brief moment of pleasure.

Still trapped within me, you lay your head upon my chest; the breath falling heavily from your lips. I splay my fingers along your back, marveling at the muscles; your strength. We are still trapped within the moment: claimed; sated.