I sit there in awe at this man. I can see how much he loves me, and not just because we're soulmates. Every past proposal flashes in my head and I solely focus on Tobias, watching his face as he asks me to be his wife over and over. I break the silence,
"Tobias, I could never love you enough, and I will spend eternity by your side as long as you'll have me."
He smiles and pulls me to him, our lips meeting in the middle. His hand finds itself on my neck, his fingers in my hair, holding me to him like I'm his last breath. Without parting our lips, I move to straddle him, my arms winding around his neck, trying fiercely to get closer. He moves his arms to embrace me, and we pause to catch our breath. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply.
"Gods, Kyrie. I'll never get enough of you." he says, picking me up to move us over to the futon.
He sits back down, me still in his lap, and pulls my shirt over my head. He kisses my neck and clavicle as he works to remove my bra. My fingers adeptly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He drops my bra to the ground, and I slide his shirt off his shoulders. He takes it off and drops it as well. His hands roaming my back, he pulls me into him, my breasts on his exposed chest, our hearts beating together, he kisses me again. But it's different, it's soft, passionate, yet more intense than ever, so intimate, it's like he's kissing my soul and not just my physical being. He turns and lays me down, hovering over me, want and need radiating from within his aura. He unbuttons my jeans and takes them off, his caressing my skin as he does, sending shockwaves of sparks throughout my body. He stands to take off his own jeans, eyeing me, watching me lay there, flustered and waiting for him. He bites his lower lip,
"You are so sexy."
He returns to hover over me and kisses me once more. He grabs onto my hip with one hand while holding himself up with the other. Small moans begin to escape my throat as my fingers dig into his back, silently begging for more. He parts our lips and sits up. Passion burning like flames in his eyes.
"Come suck your dick like my good little minx." he demands, flashing his half smile, the flames smoldering to embers, challenging me to reignite them.
"Yes sir." I reply and move to position myself in front of him.
I take him in my mouth and caress the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I move my head up and down. He leans back slightly and gathers my hair in one hand to hold it back. He watches me for a moment before moving his hips, matching my rhythm, allowing him to push his cock further into my mouth. I continue for a couple more passes before I lean forward and slide him down my throat. I feel his fingers grip my hair harder as he thrusts his hips. He moans and I gag on him. I hold myself there and gag a second time. His other hand joins the first in my hair and pulls me closer, his dick bouncing and flexing in my throat. I gag a few more times as he releases a guttural growl. He glides himself out of my mouth and pulls me up to kiss me. He lays me down and, in an instant, his lips and tongue attack my breasts. He takes my nipples in his mouth, nibbling on each one in turn. I moan out, my core tightens, feeling myself get wetter for him. His lips travel down my stomach and he bites my hipbone, claiming me, possessing me, his strong hands gripping my thighs. He growls again as I shudder under him. He looks up at me and I bare my neck, showing him that I will fully submit myself to him.
I gasp out as he takes a solid swipe from my ass to my clit with his tongue, my fingers clutching at the blanket under me. He licks my pussy again, pressing his tongue into me. I moan and open my legs more for him. His mouth moves to suck on my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me. Aiming, and on target, for my g-spot. He begins to flick his tongue across my clit, my pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers as he drags me closer to the edge of oblivion. My body tenses as my orgasm builds, causing my legs to close slightly. He turns his head and presses his lips to my inner thigh, his fingers still in motion.

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Her Fire
RomanceEvery few years, I move to a new town. I typically spend two to three years in a place and if I don't have the dreams, I leave. This has been the way of my people for eons. The women move around, searching. The men, however, have long ago, lost the...