Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 59

butterfly

"Yours," I sighed. I was hers. The words to explain it failed me, but the feeling was there. I was her. She'd claimed me in every way possible.

My body felt almost foreign, yet I was more aware of it than ever before. I could feel the slightest breeze on my skin, taste something in the air, and see more clearly than I ever had before.

"My butterfly, you are mine," my Mistress whispered soothingly in my ear, lifting me up and pressing my back against her chest. She held me there for a long time, and although I felt completely energized, her body calmed me.

"Shhhhh, my little one," she cooed in my ear, making me go limp in her arms. My body slowly sank back onto the soft mattress. Her came with mine, never breaking contact. It wasn't until that moment that I fully realized that her cock was still nestled inside of me. I could feel every ridge of it pressing against my soft walls.

She whispered sweet words into the back of my neck, kissing it between her soft overtures of love. When she rolled me to my side, I thought she was going to withdraw from me but she didn't, instead spooning me tight. Her right hand, which had been lying across my abdomen, began making lazy circles, driving me insane as it inched at a maddening speed toward my breasts.

My nipples had pebbled long before her thumb found its way to my peak. "Perfect," she murmured, making me smile at her compliment. "Sexy."

I felt her cock twitch inside of me, causing my heart to begin to race again. "Are you sore?" she asked me, her voice laced with concern.

"No, Mistress," I answered truthfully.

"Mmmmmm, always ready for me," she said, moving slowly in and out while still holding me tightly to her.

I couldn't help the sound that came from my body. It sounded almost like a purr, because I was completely content.

Her pace never quickened, just rocked gently as we were joined as one— her thick cock filling me completely. I could feel every ridge as it slid in and out of me. She would pull it completely out before pressing it back in, grazing my pussy lips each time and sending small electric tingles through my body. She ended her motion when her cock was pressed against the entrance to my womb, then started the blissful cycle again.

For the first time all night, I thought about protection. Perhaps she'd taken care of it in some way. It didn't really matter to me. I knew I loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her—serving her, pleasing her—and if she wanted a child from my body, I'd willingly give her one.

It was amazing the clarity I had during that time, as I felt all of my senses working perfectly. I didn't want it to end, and I wondered if we could do this forever.

"Babygirl, I want to look at you now," she said, pulling back from me slightly, taking my right leg and raising it over her head so she could flip me onto my back.

I was beyond amazed at how she could keep changing positions while keeping herself inside of me.

It was different than the first time we'd had sex tonight. Her forehead was pressed against mine, our noses touching. We made love like that—slow and sweet—for what felt like hours. Maybe it was. I was so lost in the feeling, so lost in her love; it could have even been days.

When I felt the tingling sensation start, it was very different from the orgasms I'd had tonight. Unlike the typical feeling of a wave crashing over me, it was more like a babbling brook running through my veins, tickling every inch of my body. It started out in my toes and fingertips, and moved in small pulse- like waves toward my core. By the time it reached there, I felt like I was holding a supernova that was ready to explode.

"That's it. Come for me," she said, giving me the permission I needed to allow my release. I saw white sparkles dance on the inside of my eyelids as I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Wave after wave of explosion left my body as liquid. With each thrust she made, I felt myself squirt onto her, covering her, covering us. She brought me to new heights, and I grabbed onto her tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

"I love you," I whispered when I was able to speak again.

Her thrusts, which had been slow and hard, became a bit more erratic. Her cock began to swell, stretching the walls of my pussy to fit around her. My orgasm, which had reached its climax only moments earlier, was still pulsing through those walls, squeezing her cock tightly. Just when I thought my body couldn't stretch to accommodate her any more, she removed her cock from my pussy and pressed her forehead to mine.

"I love you, too," she said with strain in her voice. "I've marked you on the inside, making you mine. Now I will mark your skin."

She held me tightly to her and, with her cock pressed between us, thrust a few more times until I felt her wet come spill onto our skin, joining us in yet another way.

Euphoria washed over me that was unlike the previous times she had come. Each of the other times, I'd felt energized. This time I felt content, at peace. When she had come, it was as if invisible strings had bound us tightly together. The force was much stronger than anything I'd ever felt. It was stronger than gravity as they reached out and connected us mind-to-mind, lips- to-lips, heart-to-heart, and groin-to-groin.

"Forever one," she whispered onto my lips, putting my feelings into words.

"Forever one," I echoed.