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I shivered as his hand delicately caressed the curve of my back and trailed down my spine. His light touch turned me on; it made my body shiver with chills, and my blood boil with intensity. He teased me, lifting his fingertips ever so slightly, and softly placing them back down, imprinting my skin. With every touch, he claimed his territory, his ownership over me. I was his dominion and no one else's. And yet, in some way, I was comforted by this fact, knowing that I belonged to him and that he would wage wars for me. That fact, knowing that he wanted me, and no one else, made me burn with passion and lust, love and trust.
But it wasn't just the mentality that he wanted me, that made me aroused. It was the physical aspects of him, too. The aroma of his cologne clogged my senses and made me high, his slightly chiseled arms made me fantasize about them holding me down; his sturdy legs and hips, took my thoughts on a roller coaster, imagining him thrusting in and out of me. But in all honesty, the most fixating thing about him, was his gaze. His eyes wrapped around me like a ribbon and tied my stomach in knots. He could make me feel desire in the pit of my soul, simply by looking me in the eyes. His hungry look made me feel like I was a five star meal, and his punishing look made me succumb to his entire will.
Simply because of that, it was no wonder that I was paralyzed, as I stared deep into his clear hazel pools of want, of need; and he danced his fingers along my body. I couldn't bare the longing anymore, my mind was a forest fire and I was ablaze. He had to put me out. I groaned under my breath and clenched my jaw; my eyes squinted shut as I anticipated him taking me.
I exhaled deeply, and managed to lift my voice.
"Please, just fuck me. I can't stand this. The torture. It's so pleasurably misleading, and all I want now is you!"
He chuckled, satisfied with the look of longing I was giving him.
"I think I will fuck you."
His masculine voice, low and raspy, shook across my entire existence like an earthquake, and every fiber of my being quivered. He pushed me, firmly, onto the bed, facing him, and I felt the embrace of his velvet sheets as I cascaded into them. In a swift motion, he grabbed my ankles with both of his hands and draped my legs over his shoulders, while simultaneously pulling me closer to him, until I was akin to skin, and I could feel the backs of my legs and ass come in contact with his hip and lower abdomen. He leaned in towards my face, pressuring my legs slightly towards me. His lips touched mine and his tongue forced entry into my mouth. I greeted him with my own, kissing him passionately back, and taking notice of his overwhelming dominance. I moaned into his mouth, and felt the growing pressure of his cock against the back of my left leg. His lips then parted ways with mine, both of us breathing heavily, both extremely aroused.
"It's time to give you what you want, Danny," he growled assertively.
I responded back, ready as I could be, "Yes Tyler please!"
And at that moment, I closed my eyes and prepared myself to take all of him.