You Belong to Me

I Want This

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Language of course. And explicit sexual content including a tiny bit of praise kink.

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I could only nod my head, unable to find my voice.

He smirked. "Good."

Suddenly his face was buried in the crook of my neck, leaving hot kisses that made my skin tingle. His hand roamed across my body over the baggy shirt and I felt like I was melting into his touch.

I let out a loud moan involuntarily but damn did this feel good.

Without raising his head, he said, "stand up for me, Sweetheart. I want to get a good look at you." His warm breath giving me goosebumps.

With his help, I managed to stand but stay within his reach as his hands massaged across my skin, coming around to grope my backside appreciatively.

I gasped audibly but didn't try to shy away from him. I let my head lull backwards as my own hands clawed his arms with the urgent need to feel more of him on me.

Suddenly, he lifted my butt up and brought my body close again, wrapping my legs around so I was sitting on his lap, face to face. I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to sit up a little so I wasn't putting all my weight on him.

He looked up at me while rubbing and caressing my ass. "Sit. Now." He ordered, the deep growl in his voice vibrating from his chest. I had no choice but to comply. His hands wrapped around my waist and was sternly urging me to sit down fully on his lap.

Once I allowed my full weight to settle on him, he brought one hand up to twist and grab a fistful of my hair, holding me still while he brought his mouth onto my skin again, nibbling and sucking on every bit of exposed area.

His other arm was wrapped around my waist, guiding me to grind on his lap. The friction making me feel wet in my panties but it still wasn't enough. I could tell from the bulge I felt in his jeans that he felt the same.

I groaned, feeling a little pathetic that I was getting so worked up over a little bit of petting but couldn't care. I brought my own hands up to entangle them in his hair, forcing his mouth away from my neck so I could kiss him.

I started out soft, not wanting to cross any unspoken boundaries but then his tongue started licking the seam of my lips before thrusting into my mouth to spar with my own. I openly moaned into his mouth as our hot breath mingled and elicited another gravelly moan from him.

I didn't think I'd ever been with someone as vocal as him or made me feel this loud either.

I heard yet another deep growl arise from his chest as our kissing continued, it seemed to be his favorite sounds to make.

Not that I was complaining because it was pretty hot.

Suddenly he was supporting me with his arms and standing up, keeping me trapped against him while our mouths were still connected. Part of me wanted to protest that maybe I was a little bit too heavy for him to carry but thought better if it. I let myself be swept away by the moment. Finally allowing myself to enjoy his closeness and the emotions he was getting out of me.

He tossed me unceremoniously onto the bed which made me squeak like a little mouse and I wanted to giggle before I saw the intense carnal look in his eyes.

I took a sharp intake of breath while I tried to calm the pounding of my heartbeat. As I lay there, I stared at him in awe as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the expanse of ink across his chiseled pecks and broad shoulders. I tried to take it all in, unable to contain that little bit of excitement when I realized this is actually happening.