Lecherous affair's

I do, I do, I do... Those were the only words I could utter out of my mouth, as he drug his perfectly wet tongue down my torso into the crevice of my thighs. He stopped and raised his head slightly, looked at me and asked "Is it mine? Will it always be mine? Can it be mine?" I looked down, nodded then threw my head back in a fit of anger and exasperation. I just wanted him, I had been yearning for his touch and diligence. He knew my body, my mind, and my soul. He knew how to make me want him like none other, I couldn't get enough of him. He was my peace, but he wasn't my husband.