He wrapped his strong arms around me from behind as I was lost in thought. My eyes were watching blankly, staring at the grey rainy day outside, and I smiled when I felt his warm embrace like a blanket on a winter’s day. He nuzzled his nose in my hair, whispering my name into my left ear. His voice had a slight gravelly pleading in its tone. It had been so long since I had been touched like this, and his right hand slipped underneath my shirt, feeling the warm skin of my belly. He was fully intoxicated by my scent – a faint whiff of warm vanilla and musk. He began nibbling my earlobe as I started to feel his left hand teasingly slip underneath the waistband of my pants. I began to feel my knees go weak as he momentarily moved my hair to gain access to my neck, and as he left soft kisses on my neckline, his hand returned to exploring my body. His right hand traced the curve of my right breast until he found my nipple. My breath caught as he began to tease it. My head leaned back into his chest as I felt the warmth between my thighs start melting like slow honey. My eyes closed as I focused on the sensation. My lips parted with every heavy intake of air, in the same rhythm as my heartbeat. I could already feel his member, rock hard, pressing into the small of my back. He parted his lips again and whispered one word into my ear: “please.” I found myself faltering as I surrendered to his request.

I turned to face him, and he kissed me, pulling off his shirt as he quickly proceeded to pull off mine. Soon he pinned my back against the wall by the window where, a moment ago, I had been looking at the rain trickling down the windowpane. He could see my face flush and my well-formed breasts heaving inside my bra, my eyes looking up at him with lust and anticipation. His right hand cupped my cheek as he leaned into me, and we lost ourselves in a deep, all-consuming kiss as his left hand slipped beneath my panties and a single finger gingerly glided into the slit of my entrance. I gasped into his mouth as my back arched unconsciously to his exploration.

“Tell me you like this,” he whispered into my ear, and I nodded, eyes fully closed, savoring the delicious sensation of his finger teasing circles around the hood of my clit. “Tell me. Use your words.” I opened my eyes and watched as his eyes focused intensely on me. His head was close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. I responded, my eyes half closed as waves of bliss washed over me: “yes, I l—ike this.” My hands were wrapped around him as if I were holding on for dear life.

He kissed me again, his tongue playing with mine as we lost ourselves in this intimate interaction. He broke the kiss, slightly breathless, eyes focused on me as he watched my face surrender to the sensations. My breath continued to grow more and more shallow as I came close to the precipice. He could feel me getting wetter from merely his fingers.

Needing to see my crescendo, he slipped that same finger into me, sending a bolt of electricity straight from my core. I half moaned, half cried out in sweet ecstasy at the sensation as I gripped his shoulders to keep my knees from buckling underneath me. He could feel himself getting harder with every positive reaction, watching the heaving of my breasts as he slid the finger in and out, hearing my breath in his ear like an invitation. All he wanted to do—all he had been dreaming about doing since he decided I was going to be his—was service me. He had been fantasizing about it, to the point of obsession. He wanted every past love, every past encounter with other men completely forgotten, and he was willing to do anything he needed to make it happen.

Stopping briefly, he led me to the couch, trailing a line of kisses down from my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, my mouth, my chin, my neck, my collarbone, while slowly sliding off my pants and my panties. I instinctively knew what he planned to do and was willing to play along as he continued to send a trail of kisses down between my breasts, down my stomach, then laid me down and continued until he reached my thighs.

As he parted my thighs, he kissed the inside of them where it was sensitive. I looked down at him and smiled. He let one leg dangle off the couch onto the floor as he placed my other leg on his shoulder. Then, while looking at me, he proceeded to slide two fingers into me and watch, in delicious joy, my body’s natural reaction. The way his fingers moved inside of me made me cry out in sweet moans as my hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers. My head and back arched unprompted as I gripped on to anything I could hold on to. Soon he lowered his head to my clit and began kissing it and playing with it with his tongue, still keeping a consistent rhythm sliding his two fingers inside of me with his left hand. Out of instinct, my fingers raked themselves into his hair, my hips continuing to buck into him as if his thick, hard member were inside of me. The more I pulled his face closer, the more intense the build-up to my orgasm became, getting closer step by desperate step.

“Cum for me,” he whispered between my thighs. “Please, cum for me,” he pleaded. My mind went blank to everything but the sensations he was giving me. Soon I could feel my breath seizing in my chest, and a rush of waves crashed over me over and over and over again. “Oh my God,” I cried out, begging him not to stop, as my orgasms became more intense the longer he continued. My hands went from gripping his hair to gripping the couch as if my life depended on it. My body shook unconsciously when he stopped, still riding the waves of my intense orgasms.

He laid my leg that was on his shoulder back down and came back up to kiss me as he began untying the drawstring of his pants. In a few seconds, he was sitting on the couch, completely naked beside me, kissing me again. I placed my right hand on his chest, slowly moving it down his torso toward his fully erect cock. He took my wrist, looked me deep in the eyes, and breathed, “I want you to ride me,” then he took my waist and squared me over his hips. I sat on his lap facing him, slowly kissing him, teasing him with my tongue, as he maneuvered his cock, aligning the head directly at my entrance. Then he took me by the waist, and without warning impaled my body onto his cock, pulling my body resolutely closer to him, sliding his hard shaft inside me with a sudden start. Both of us gasped audibly, both faces enraptured as it happened.

“You’re so tight,” he said between breaths. “I need you to cum for me,” he whispered again. I did as I was told and moved my hips forward and back in the way that gave me the most pleasure. He pressed up into me with each grind, building up the momentum, as I held on to the back of the couch to maintain some stability while riding him. I continued to ride him as he held down my hips and started thrusting up hard into me. The sounds of my approval, the warmth and wetness of me, and the tightness that wrapped around him soon felt like gasoline tossed into a wildfire. As he stopped momentarily to catch himself, I continued moving my hips in furious front-to-back motions, quickening my pace. My face was turning red as I gripped his shoulders, the beautiful sounds of my pleasure slipping out of my mouth, my frantic breathing almost sounding like two women singing at once. I continued to ride him aggressively until I finally collapsed from the intensity of the multiple orgasms, my hips still bucking atop him, savoring every delicious sensation. He watched me as I did this, hands holding on to my hips in case I collapsed, a smile on his lips, knowing this was all because of him.

When I finally stopped, he kissed me again and laid me gently on the couch once more, but this time he positioned himself kneeling before me, holding my legs in the air. He took one of the thicker pillows, placed it underneath my hips, and positioned his cock to slide into me. Soon I watched as he thrust in and out of me, losing himself in the sensation, and then he folded me double, watching my facial reactions as he thrust down into me. The pillow he had placed beneath my hips made the delicious sensations that much deeper. With every long thrust, we both moaned in time. I could see his face contorting as if he were trying not to cum too soon, but it was getting more and more difficult to hold back.

Not wanting to surrender too soon, he placed one of my legs between his and placed my other leg over his left shoulder. I could see his wide chest and strong arms as he pulled my leg into him, burying his cock so deep into me that I thought I was seeing stars. With every deep thrust from his hips, his face looked more and more drunk from the sensations, as I did the only thing I could do: surrender to every single deep, powerful thrust, arching my back and gripping the couch because of just how deep he was inside of me. My hair was tousled everywhere, my breath was catching in my throat, the air in my lungs unable to come out as I came on his cock again, my insides tightening their grip on him.

As I vibrated violently beneath him, he repositioned himself on top of me and continued to kiss me. Then he whispered to me, “Let me cum inside of you. I want to bury myself into you as I cum.” I whispered back, “Yes.” He looked deep into my eyes. He wanted to claim me, possess me, protect me, be everything I needed—and if he couldn’t do that, make sure I wouldn’t want anyone else after him. He parted my legs enough that he could position himself to gain easier access to me. I could feel the tip of his cock inside of me, eagerly waiting to return fully into the delectable home he sought to claim—permanently. Soon I felt his abs contract as his cock bore deep into me, finding its way to my G-spot. My eyes grew wide as this happened, and he continued his slow rhythm at first, watching my face as both of us got drunk off the sensations. Intentional or not, his cock had found the right angle to hit my G-spot with every thrust, and again I found myself close to orgasming. My walls, which wrapped his cock, were tightening so deliciously that he found it difficult to hold back. He laid his forehead on mine as he continued to thrust inside of me, every so often whispering, “Oh my God, you feel so good,” and “I can’t believe you’re so tight.” His face couldn’t hide his pleasure, and it was building. He could see my orgasm was getting close as well. He then begged, “Cum with me,” as my hips met each one of his thrusts. The level of intensity and excitement was becoming too much, and he could tell it wasn’t going to take much longer before his aching balls—now so tightly drawn up—were going to empty every last drop into me.

Every time he had fantasized about me, looked at my pictures, dreamed at night about me, none of those imaginary fantasies could even come close to one-tenth of what he was experiencing now, and he was here for it. Each thrust, each gaze, each taste, each blissful reaction—all of it was what he had desperately needed from me. He wanted to be one of the reasons I was happy, and he would service me for the rest of my life, if fate allowed it. He began picking up his pace. He was close, and it got quiet between us as we focused on both each other and the sensations. He could tell I was getting close too, based on the expression on my face and the shallowness of my breathing. “I’m cumming,” he whispered. “Cum,” he pleaded, thrusting his hips hard into me. His face scrunched up, concentrating on the sensations as the waves of his orgasm washed over his entire body. 5-4-3-2-1! His guttural grunts and my passionate cries met in our ears as both of my hands grabbed his buttocks, pulling him deeper into me as I rode the wave of my orgasm, shaking as I went. He wrapped his arms around me as his body continued to shake, riding the intensity of his orgasms that he had held back repeatedly to ensure I was completely satisfied and that his orgasm would be mind-blowingly powerful. Without pulling out, we kissed deeply as our bodies shook from the extra sensitivity and the remaining waves of our orgasms.

Never had he sought to satisfy a woman as much as he did now. And it wasn’t just anyone he wanted to satisfy. He had obsessed over me to the point that it gave him tunnel vision. All he wanted to satisfy was me. All his previous lovers had always wanted to give but never receive—as if they were earning his affection. There was no mutual benefit, and even though he did enjoy what these lovers gave him, he never felt as connected to someone as he did now. He knew he couldn’t go back to how things were, and he didn’t want to. I was now his. He was going to make sure I stayed his, nothing was off the table. All he wanted was me, and I was definitely here for it.