Us & Only You (L)

The lingering scent of lavender and something undeniably masculine clung to the air as I stood at the sink, meticulously scrubbing away the last vestiges of my evening makeup. It wasn’t just the removal of pigment and product that was captivating me, though; it was the sheer, unadulterated joy radiating from my core, a tangible warmth born from the rekindled flames of our connection. Never in my life had I felt this complete, this utterly and irrevocably happy. The memory of his last words before drifting into sleep still echoed in my mind, a powerful declaration that cemented the bond between us.

“I love you, and all that matters is you, me and US!”

The words themselves felt like a physical touch, a reassurance that transcended the simple act of speaking. Then, just as suddenly as he’d vanished, Michael materialized in the doorway, a silent force of gravity pulling me towards him. He seized my rear in a swift, possessive grip, and I startled, instinctively pulling back before he could fully embrace me. But the moment our lips met, it was a gentle, affectionate greeting, a welcome back to the sanctuary of our shared intimacy. My hand, driven by an irresistible impulse, slid down his chest, tracing the contours of his abdomen before finding its target: his large, semi-hard cock. A low moan escaped his lips as my fingers began their slow, deliberate dance, igniting a primal fire within him. The rhythmic strokes built, escalating the pressure until his body responded with a palpable swell, a testament to his responsiveness and my control. Looking into his dark, intense eyes, I felt a surge of dominance, a delicious power that intensified my own arousal.

“Yes, Michael,” I whispered, my voice husky with pleasure, “I love how you respond to me. You like how I touch you? Now give into your desires, your emotions, your wanton lust, be 100% selfish with US.”

Guiding him with a confident grace, I led him to the plush king-sized bed and gently laid him back, my own body settling into a position of dominance – straddling his waist, claiming my space as the apex of our encounter. Taking his erect member in my hands, I began to rub his head against my wet, swollen clitoris, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. A low moan escaped my lips, a symphony of pleasure as I reveled in the exquisite sensation, acutely aware of the promise of his eventual penetration. My body trembled, a subtle tremor of excitement that mirrored the growing heat within me. I loved the feel of his cock, its weight and power, and the knowledge that soon, it would be filling me completely. His hands, strong and insistent, gripped my waist, holding me firm, anchoring me to his desires. A shiver ran down my spine as he pulled me down, his cock stretching, stretching, stretching, before finally entering my waiting pussy.

“Be selfish with me and take me,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my entire being.

The force of his thrust was immediate and forceful, sending waves of pleasure through me. I cried out, a primal scream of pure delight, as I fell onto him, our lips crushed together in a passionate embrace. Pulling away briefly, I gasped, savoring the lingering taste of his arousal.

“Oh Michael, your cock, mmmh, your cock feels so good. It’s so big and stretches me, filling me completely,” I murmured, lost in the intoxicating sensations.

Rising to my feet, I began to bounce up and down on his full length, my large breasts swinging wildly, amplifying the pleasure. Michael thrust deeper into me each time, taking my breath away, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. My body shook with the intensity of the experience, my pussy spasming in response to his relentless assault. The feeling was overwhelming, a glorious explosion of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely.

“That’s it baby, ride my cock, so good. Make me give it to you harder,” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

“Do it, please do it. Show me what you need, desire and lust for. Be selfish and fuck me, own me,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with anticipation.

With renewed power, Michael pulled me down again, and I let out a choked cry of pleasure. His thrust became even more forceful, a torrent of raw energy that surged through me. My body shook uncontrollably, my pussy spasming wildly as his beautiful, pleasure-giving cock penetrated deeper, and my juices washed over him in a cascading wave. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a fiery inferno of pleasure that left me breathless and weak. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body, igniting every nerve ending, and I realized that I was on the verge of losing control. I felt a strange, almost painful twinge deep inside me, a sharp contrast to the overwhelming pleasure, yet it only intensified my desire. Michael groaned with each thrust, his cum shooting off into me in a torrent of golden fluid. My pussy spasmed rhythmically, milking his cock with fervent abandon. The air crackled with electricity, thick with the scent of arousal and the raw energy of our shared passion.

As he continued his assault, I found myself losing all sense of self, dissolving into the intoxicating sensations. The world narrowed to the feeling of his cock against my clitoris, the rhythm of his thrusts, the heat of my own arousal. Every inch gained was a victory, every moan a testament to our mutual desire. The pain, though present, was a welcome distraction, a reminder of the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing. He held me down with unrelenting force, a tangible display of his dominance, while simultaneously pushing me closer to the brink. The pleasure became unbearable, a white-hot inferno consuming every thought, every emotion. It was an exquisite agony, a surrender to the raw, untamed power of lust. Finally, he released, a powerful explosion of cum that reverberated through my entire being. My body shuddered, convulsing with the aftershocks of the experience, and I collapsed onto him, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of pleasure and exhaustion. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the unforgettable encounter we had just shared. Looking down at his face, now slick with sweat and arousal, I knew that this was just the beginning of our shared journey into the depths of lust and desire. All that mattered was us, and in that moment, there was nothing else that truly existed. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intense, consuming pleasure of our connection, a testament to the enduring power of love and the primal need for physical release.

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