Yes Please

The Liason Part 2 : Laurent's POV

Her passion had finally made its way to the surface. She grabbed my shirt and attempted to take it off. But she wasn't in control, I was. She was my gazelle, my well mannered gazelle and even in furious passion, she would behave. I gripped her wrist firmly, but not too tight. She inhaled and looked up at me as I lowered myself to the bed.
"Did you ask to remove any of my clothes?" I spoke to her like a misbehaved girl and she responded in kind.
"May I, please?" The hunger in her trembling voice turned me all the way up. I couldn't be bothered to answer her question.
"Do you want me to have my way?" She wiggled under my hands and cried yes. "Yes what, Sasha?" I all but growled into her ear.
"Yes please! Please have your way Laurent! Take it! Take me! Please!" It was time for me to enter her secret place. Her moisture soaked my fingers as her cries of pleasure rang in my ears.
"Open your legs, please" I waited patiently for Sasha to catch her breath. She wiped sweat soaked bangs off her forehead and exhaled:
"Yes sir!" She was finally all mine. I slipped in with ease, and lost control. She was too warm. Her breath was too hot and sweet against my chest. Her moans were too harmonious in my ears. And my fire for her burned too bright. I grabbed her thighs as she grabbed my shoulders and held on for dear life. She was obedient. I told her it was about to get wild. "Don't let go. Don't let..."
I couldn't hold my beast any more and began to pound that cream soaked center. I could feel my cheeks clench in ecstasy as the pain of her nails digging into my back spurred me on. I wanted to growl. I wanted to roar I wanted to tear my way all the way through until there was nothing left but my docile, tear soaked gazelle.
"You ready? I HOPE YOU READY! I HOPE YOU READY FOR ME TO.."
Neither one of us could hear my voice over her screams. I reached the pinnacle of my passion and let loose. She welcomed me like she was the desert and I was a long awaited rain. Just as she'd recieved every inch of me. Sasha, my sweet, well mannered gazelle took in every drop. And at that we had thoroughly consumed each other.