Inner turmoil

Soon as we both woke up I carried her to the shower. I wanted to wash off all scent but my own from her but I'd never let her know that. Just by smelling another male on her I wanted to track his scent. Rip his throat out dig his heart out of his chest and make him watch as I ate it before he drowned in his own blood, stomp in his face and use my knife to cut away whatever part of him that made my lover want him.

I could be very dramatic but for some reason she still wanted me no matter how crazy I was.

I sponge bathed her in that shower even cleaning behind her ears his scent was all over her and it actually made me snarl in disgust of his scent. It was earthy almost dark like a demon with a hint of lemon scent. I almost gagged I hate the smell of citrus.

I was about to help rinse her off when all of a sudden my nostrils flared her scent hot, sexy I could smell her desire. My touching her had excited her lit a flame deep in her core and she looked about to climb me like a tree. I lifted her up against the shower wall her legs around my waist my fingers inside her as I kiss her and rub her butt cheek.

She was practically begging with her eye's and I had this real problem with telling her no. I had missed her touch so much that now I buried myself into her very existence. Power thrusting inside her, our fingers in twined as MI hips rotated and grinded against hers. My tongue softly stroking hers and thrusting at a slow even pace.

We lost ourselves in that shower and when the water got cold I carried her to bed to finish the night. It got so heated that part of the headboard of the bed crashed through the drywall sending dust all in our hair and on our faces. We didn't stop not even when the mattress fell from the broken frame to the floor.

I couldn't get enough of her I was a man lost in a desert and she was my life giving water. And after every orgasm I drank her dry like a juice box. I heard no complaints. I played with her lips knowing exactly what her body wanted. And I let her too. My fingers tangled in her hair as she consumed me whole.

Of all the positions the one I liked best had my hand on her throat pressed against her back as she bent over taking it all in. Feeling her stretch around me her body begging for more. My fingers trailing down her spine as her back arches from another orgasm. From here I could see it all her boobs bouncing wildly in every direction as I thrusted even harder.

It didn't matter how many orgasms, it didn't matter how many times I assaulted her G spot what mattered to me and she didn't even know it was making her blast her own cum all over the place like a busted water main and yeah she never disappointed me. It was like nicking an artery and watching the devastation.

No matter how many times we made love, when or where she was the only one that could force me to cum. She knew the trick and it didn't matter what grotesque things I thought of to control myself once I felt her claws on my back her teeth on my neck her tongue on my ear lobe I had no control anymore. And she'd tighten her muscles making it constrict around me milking me for all there was. She wasn't happy till she had every drop.

Her skin was so soft. There was never a need for lube guy's know what I'm saying I didn't have to spit down her Crack even once. Though I imagine she'd enjoy that. I never had to worry about her going dry. Her wet scent was everywhere and I nearly bathed myself in it. So many times, so many positions and she never once complained.

She'd be walking funny for day's and yet it was as if we couldn't get enough. I gave her every part of me I held back nothing and only ached for her smile in return maybe a blush. I got them both and more. I could feel our bond get stronger. I watched her closely admiring every part of her from her fingers to her lips, eye's the very soul I could see inside. So many scars her soul striped like a tiger yet she fought on every day.

I Loved her more than I could ever say, admired her more than I could ever show. Worshipped her in every part of her being. There was no part of her that made me ever want to turn away. If she ever wanted rid of me she'd better kill me that's the only way.

We rested holding each other..I played with her fingers enjoying her touch better than any fantasy. It had been a long time for me. I had a stubborn form of pride and felt if it was not her making me cum then I simply wouldn't. Yes it had been a long time for me indeed.

At some point I fell asleep I bet I was still panting for air and drenched in both sweat and her female juices and I was happy. Valentina was my happiness

I'm not sure how long I slept but I know when I woke up cause I was in deep shit.

Valentina had figured out how long I went without eating and sleeping and there's only one traitor I could think of to rat me out.

"Baby Flamez you Lil turd I'm gonna hang you upside down and tickle you till you pee yourself"

I could hear her laughing and tiny feets running across the floor downstairs. She wasn't a bit worried and definitely not scared.