Everything

To be fucked by you is everything.

You've worked your way into my mind. My body reacts even when you just walk into a room. Your presence alone causes a physical reaction. Then there's your touch. Sometimes it's light and teasing; others it's stinging and firm. I crave each one.

You make me want to fuck. That kind of fucking where you give everything. You hold nothing back. Every part of you laid naked, teased open for your masters hungry eyes. Every part of you exposed with each stroke, touch, feeling.

Knowing it’s you he wants.

Him knowing you are willing to spread your legs wide and expose yourself—offer all of your desires, maybe even share a handful of secrets. He finds every dark deep corner you've kept hidden from everyone before.

He makes me say it: Fuck me. Faster. Deeper. Now.

He makes me kneel. The twist of my nipples while he pumps fingers deep inside causes a flood of wetness.

His palms slaps my nice round ass. He makes me give myself totally.  I offer my surrender. His tongue probes, insisting I allow him deeper. His passion urges me to bend. His every touch makes me feel as if I'm covered in velvet.

I'm lost and found in him.