I watch him as he works. Head down in concentration, mouth serious. Shoulders tense, movements calculated. I shiver as my gaze comes to his hands. Those big, strong hands. Hands capable of moving mountains by sheer will.
Hands that roamed freely over my body last night.
Hands that were around me, holding me tightly, too tightly. Hands that caused pain in all the right ways. Hands that brought enormous pleasure coursing through my body.
Hands that were inside of me… in my mouth, my cunny, my naughty hole. I remember taking the thumb of that hand and worshiping it much like I worship his cock. My eyes closed, lips parted, tasting the salty taste of his finger. Remembering how his hand was suddenly gripping my chin, his thumb still in my mouth, forcing my gaze to his. And then he claimed me.
He took me.
He took me because I am his to take. He took me because my body belongs to him…my pleasure, my pain, and everything in between.
And I felt sexier and more alive than I have ever felt. And I felt safe…in those hands.