Chapter three, Forbidden cry

"Your body only responds to me, I own you" these are the words he uttered. How his huge, firm hands trails from the bottom of my smooth legs to my thighs, as he vigorously spreads my legs wide open while passionately looking into my eyes, carefully interpreting my reaction.

His Golden-brown eyes locking with mine as if he is seeing right into my needy soul, as he heavily breathes into my ears. My heart racing to his touch all over me, I cannot believe that I want him in seven positions for 70 minutes. I want him to bend me over, make me scream his name as he reaches for my sweet spot.

It also has me not even minding the fact that we are both completely uncovered.

His skin felt warm over mine, as he touched my bare back with his left hand, while having the right one grab on my left thigh, pulling me even closer to him. It is so clear that he wants all of me to himself right now. The vibration - where I felt the pulse beating in all areas in his body, the smell that resonated from him that I desperately want.

The sweet, slow, and gentle caress from my nipples to my stomach and down to his own property making me feel feverish and flustered.

I cannot help but tightly grab these white sheets to the thought of him about to eat me up and turn me into a quivering mess as he firmly thrusts in and out with unbelievable precision, until I cry aloud while at the same time begging for his dark, thick, and now muscular adulthood, perfectly built to satisfy me.

The question is what makes me different?

What is special about me?

But I just want him to kiss me, even a little peck would be sufficient for my yearning heart.

I just want him. I want to be held and protected by him. The thought of our tongues and bodies moving together coordinated as we made everlasting love. His warmth, his haze and how he guards over me.

He is being my pillar of strength as he sweetly whispers in my ear making me want to hear more of his sexy, masculine voice oh God his voice, shivers rolling down my spine making me want to close my legs tightly, as my juices flowing down my legs.

He is so intimidating in this lightly dimmed room, a man that is so lovable to the point where I cannot hold it in anymore, I want to act sane, but my heart just does not allow me.

The battle between my thoughts and my heart got me feeling drunk in love. While everything around me is only filled by vulgar sounds created from our bodies hitting each other.

It is such a pity that this will only remain in my imagination, as crying about it will not make any difference.

Damn his voice….