Your hands were not idle, you easily found the loosening end of my top’s back strap. It always does. You came in me, and I swallowed every drop, licking you clean as I felt the tension leave you. Possessive… You continuously claim me, taking my body as your own, dressing me in the things that please you and serve you and I do the same, marking you with me. I can feel it in you too. Your hands on your hips, you allowed me to unbuckle and unbutton your linen slacks. You come in me with force, your tightening of your hand on my wrists mirroring your control of my sex. You know how much I love it when you hold my wrists in your hand above my head, how attention to the hyper-sensitive skin below my nipples excites me, how flipping me on my belly and pulling my hips up into a kneeling position turns me into a crazed slut for you. You lifted me in your arms as you stood, and you turned to lay me down on the bed. I took one of your t-shirts from the stack of folded laundry at the end of our bed and cleaned off your cum before going into the bathroom to do a more proper job.
