I seated myself deeply within her. She clung to me as her breathing stuttered. I kissed her, trailing my lips across hers, sucking the pouting bottom between my teeth.
“I want to take care of you, protect you… and have you… every day, as long as we both shall live,” I told her solemnly.
Her eyes widened.“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I nodded as I started to fuck her. I leaned up, kneeling between her legs, and set a leisurely pace. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life than I am about you.”
She closed her eyes and shivered as if the words themselves were arousing to her.
I pushed her camisole out of the way so it pooled at her throat and gripped her bare breasts. I pinched at her nipples until they were pinker than ever and well handled. I lifted her ass to sink deep and held her aloft as I slid in and out of her faster. One hand on her clit, another lifting her, and I could see she was barreling toward her first orgasm with me inside her. First of many. First of the infinite times to come.
She scratched down my arms, her short but sharp nails sinking into my skin. I welcomed the pain and her marks. Mine was a world where violence and emotion tangled, and I didn’t care how she tore me up or drew my blood. All of my body was hers to do with as she wished.
When she came, she screamed so loud I thought security might bust in. I clamped a hand over her mouth and silenced her scream of pleasure as my hips pistoned into her, bringing myself closer and closer until her muscles went slack and her endless orgasm ebbed. Only then did I allow the maddening pressure in my balls to surge forth.
I pulled out of her and pumped my hand up and down my length, striping her supple body with white ropes of release. My ownership. My love. My desire for this woman, there, written on her in thick, white spend. When we had protection, I’d allow myself to come inside her or until she wanted to start a family.
Elena raised her pink, sweaty face and looked down at her body, her mouth rounded in fascination as she watched the end of my dick drip the last of my release onto her belly. She swallowed and looked up at me so sweetly. I leaned in and crushed her to me. I couldn’t wait one more second to kiss her.
“What now? We’re a mess,” she whispered when I finally let her surface.
“Now, we have some fun getting clean,” I said, sitting up and reaching for her.
I helped her to her feet and then swept her into my arms. I had to be careful with her ankle after all, and yes, there was a part of me that just lived to hold her against my chest. This time I held her in front of me, like I’d been fantasizing all week, my spent dick rubbing against her core and perking up at the proximity.
“Shower sex? What about my ankle?” Elena worried as I carried her toward the huge walk-in shower.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be standing for a second,” I promised.