Love Games

Twelve: All your's

As he rises, his eyes meet mine with a hunger that makes my pulse race. He licks his lips, his gaze filled with raw desire, lust and an unmistakable hunger for me.

I feel exposed under his intense scrutiny, yet strangely empowered by the intensity of his gaze.

With a deliberate movement, he slips my panties off, tossing them aside without breaking eye contact.

Now completely naked in front of him, I feel a mixture of vulnerability and exhilaration.

His eyes lingered on my body, appreciating every curve and contour as if it were a masterpiece.

I am captivated by the rawness of his desire, the palpable tension in the air between us. It's a primal dance of anticipation and longing, where words are unnecessary and actions speak volumes.

Every touch, every look, promises a night of passion and ecstasy, a night when he will leave his mark on me in ways I could never have imagined.

He kisses me slowly, tenderly exploring every inch of my body, lingering at my neck, down to my breasts and lower, with deliberate care, until he reaches my most sensitive spot.

His lips nibble and suck on my skin, teasing and coaxing, taking his time to build anticipation.

I'm already wet with desire, my body aching for him, but he's in no hurry. His touch is deliberate, calculated to drive me wild with need.

"Jack, please," I beg, my voice a mixture of urgency and longing. "I need you. Now."

He smiles knowingly, his eyes dark with desire, but he doesn't give in. "Be patient, my love," he murmurs, his fingers tracing a path to my core.

I gasp as his fingers find their way to my most intimate place and slowly fill me.

The sensation is overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Don't stop," I moan, squirming beneath him, the heat of his body adding to the intensity of the moment. His words send a thrill through me.

"You're so wet," he observes hoarsely, his voice a promise of what's to come.

With deliberate movements, he pulls away from me and removes his underwear, revealing himself confident, bold.

His presence is raw, dangerous, igniting a primal urge in me.

I stared at him, mesmerised by his masculine form, by the promise of passion and fulfilment.

This moment feels like the culmination of years of longing, a moment when I can finally give in to my desires without reservation.

He moves closer, his excitement palpable, and I know he's ready to give me what I crave. The air is thick with anticipation, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire.

He leans over me and reaches into the bedside table.

I take his hardness in my hand and feel him respond to my touch with a low, throaty moan of pleasure. It's a moment of raw desire and mutual longing, where words become unnecessary as our bodies communicate their need for each other.

I long for him. Finally, my fantasies are about to become reality.

He pulls out a condom and puts it on with practiced ease.

The anticipation grows as he positions himself between my legs, the tension palpable in the air.

With a powerful thrust he enters me and I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me completely.

He's large and every movement sends waves of pleasure through me.

"How tight you are," he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his voice, as if he's savouring the intensity of the moment. His eyes lock with mine, dark with desire and hunger, fuelling the fire between us even more.