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I come, and I come, and I come.
Stars dance across my vision as potent pleasure fills me to the point where I’m unable to discern pain and pleasure.
For several long beats, I don’t move. I can’t.
Neither does she.
My breath comes out labored. Just like hers.
When my legs stop trembling and I’m certain I won’t collapse to my knees, I lean my chest against her back and trail soft, languorous kisses across her shoulders.
She purrs like a satisfied kitten.
With a sigh of contentment, I bury my face into the crook of her neck, kissing her there gently. “You belong to me,” I declare between kisses, my hands roaming over her spent body.
“I belong to you,” she echoes.
Hearing those words in the heat of passion was as hedonistic as fuck, but now, when we’re no longer chasing after our climax, the words take on a whole other dimension. Once, fear and trepidation would have me bolting out of here like the house was on fire, but not today. The words feel right. She feels right. I can’t seem to get enough of her and no way am I putting the brakes on.
