Little Dark One

50 - steamy

Keira

Just as he promised, I was thoroughly fucked senseless. Three times.

"You're mine." He grunted as he lifted my hips and slammed me down onto him, over and over.

I've always felt uncomfortable when a man would call me his, like he was possessing me like a simple object, but Tommy changed the meaning behind the words completely. The feminist in me died a little at the realization that for the first time, I wanted to belong to him.

I knew that Tommy didn't see me as an object, I wasn't his to control or do with as he pleased, he respected me, and when he said "you're mine" he meant his to love and adore, not to own and dominate. Although, I don't mind a little dominating, clearly.

"I'm yours." I confirmed, spreading my palms over his sculpted chest as I rode him.

A satisfied smirk spread over his damp face and he sat up, keeping me in his lap as he tangled his fingers in my hair and leaned in for a deep kiss while I slowed the pace down and rolled my hips.

He was mine, just as I was his. He made me happy for the first time in a long time, despite the drastic and dangerous turn my life took, he made me feel special, and wanted and for the first time maybe ever, I felt truly loved.

Even when he was pounding into me relentlessly, he would periodically slow it down and let our bodies melt together in perfect harmony. I now understood the term 'making love', I always thought that was some dumb fluff they made up for movies, but fucking someone I loved changed the whole concept entirely.

Tommy moaned into my mouth as my hips tortured us both in the best way possible. We sat chest to chest while I straddled him, every inch of our bodies pressed against each other as our lips tangled slowly.

Tommy wrapped one arm around my back, holding me against him securely, while the other hand tangled in my slightly damp hair. We had been at this for what felt like two hours, maybe it was.

I had now orgasmed three times, including the kinky foreplay. I could tell he had more kinks he was holding back, and I intended to unearth them.

I smiled into our heated kiss at the realization that he clearly assumed I was far more vanilla than I really am... I decided I'd save some of those surprises for later, we had all the time in the world to explore each other.

We were both so sensitive after our multiple rounds, I could feel Tommy tensing under me as his second orgasm approached.

"Come with me." He grunted into my mouth, reaching down between us to circle my sensitive clit.

I threw my head back and whined as the overwhelming pleasure shot through my entire body. Tommy's magic fingers were relentless as he conjured a fourth orgasm.

Tommy buried his head into my neck as his own intense orgasm tore through him, I could feel him twitch inside me as he released. I pulled at his hair as a tidal wave of euphoria finally crashed in unison with his.

I felt his heavy breathing against my sensitive neck, no doubt covered in love bites.

We collapsed onto the mattress, still cocooned in each other's embrace.

"You have no idea how long I've fantasized about this." He hummed into my damp skin.

"Me too," I agreed, throwing any filter I may occasionally have out the window. "You kept me waiting long enough."

He chuckled and pulled away from the crook of my neck to meet my sated eyes. "It was worth the wait."

"Eh, it was okay." I teased, barely containing a smirk. I couldn't pass a golden opportunity to fuck with him.