Future Bound: Claimed By You

The rain hammered against the windows of the small, rented cabin, mirroring the frantic drumming in my chest. It had been a desperate chase, a relentless pursuit, but tonight, finally, she was here. Across the room, bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, lay Seraphina. Her skin, pale and luminous, stretched taut over her curves as she lay naked on the plush velvet bed, a cascade of raven hair spilling over her shoulders. The scent of lavender and something wilder, something undeniably her, filled the air. I'd spent months meticulously planning this, every detail orchestrated to ensure this moment, this reunion, would be perfect. The look in her eyes when I entered, a mixture of surprise and immediate, undeniable desire, confirmed my success.

“Morning, love,” I murmured, my voice low and deliberately slow, savoring the way her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t bothered to cover herself, and the sight of her exposed form ignited a fire within me, a primal urge I’d been desperately trying to contain. I moved closer, circling the bed, my gaze tracing every inch of her body, committing each detail to memory. It was an act of worship, a silent acknowledgment of the exquisite beauty that lay before me.

“You look stunning,” I said, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin was soft, yielding beneath my fingertips, and the heat radiating from her body was intoxicating. “Before you can hide yourself behind another garment, I take you into my arms.”

I pulled her close, holding her tightly against my chest, breathing in her scent, letting the sheer weight of my desire wash over me. "Who wants to celebrate only one honeymoon? With you, I want it again and again." My voice was a low rumble, laced with the promise of pleasure. I gazed into her eyes, dark and intense, and felt a surge of possessiveness, a fierce need to protect her, to cherish her, to make her my own.

“Honey, you look so yummy. I want you, baby. I want my sweet.” The words tumbled out of me, fueled by the raw, unbridled lust that consumed me. Her lips parted slightly, a silent invitation. I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers, a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened with each passing moment. Her body trembled against mine, a clear indication of her arousal. Passionate love tightened like a fist in my loins, a burning anticipation that demanded release.

“You are the only girl I have ever cared for and wanted to be with,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “I felt and trusted that we were meant to be.” The memory of those stolen glances across the crowded lecture hall, the shared smiles during study sessions, the unspoken longing that had simmered between us for months, all coalesced into this moment, this perfect confluence of desire. The other guys, all those leering, eager suitors, faded into insignificance, their presence now a distant, irrelevant footnote in the grand narrative of our love.

“The way the other guys maneuvered to be around you all the time made me feel a little jealous sometimes,” I admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into my voice. “But it was fine. None of that matters now because you belong to me.”

I continued my exploration, my hands tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her waist. My touch was gentle yet insistent, designed to tease and awaken her senses. "Let me show you how good it feels to be owned," I murmured, my voice a silken whisper against her ear. My fingers worked their way slowly, deliberately, unfastening the delicate straps of her bra, the soft fabric pooling around her body. As it fell away, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her skin, I felt a surge of triumph, a vindication of my unwavering devotion.

“Ohh, that feels so good,” she sighed, her voice thick with pleasure. It was a clear signal, a confirmation of my success. I knelt before her, my gaze fixed on her body, lost in its exquisite beauty. My attention shifted to her clitoris, a small, sensitive area that held the key to unlocking her deepest desires. I began to explore it with my tongue, circling, licking, teasing, drawing forth moans of ecstasy. Each movement was precise, calculated, designed to maximize her pleasure. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the tension building to a fever pitch.

“Seems like someone is hungry and needs his breakfast,” she giggled, her voice breathless. “Gladly! Yes.” My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm accompanying her escalating pleasure. As I continued my ministrations, her body arched against mine, her hips swaying in time with her moans. Her orgasm drew closer, a wave of heat spreading through her body. "yyyyYYYYes!" she cried out, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Girl, you are delicious. Hope I get some more,” I whispered, pulling back slightly to savor the lingering traces of her pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her body limp in my arms, but the passion still burned within her, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. She gave me a naughty look, one meant only for the blessed man who possessed her, body, heart, and soul.

“Enter me,” she commanded, her voice barely a whisper. It was an invitation, a challenge, a declaration of her complete submission to my will. I obeyed without hesitation, easing her back onto the bed and positioning myself between her bent knees. The sight of her arousal, the evidence of her pleasure, fueled my own desire, pushing me to explore every inch of her body.

As I lowered my lips to hers, another wave of pleasure washed over me. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. We lay there, intertwined, lost in the throes of our mutual desire, until the rain finally subsided and the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains.

“Tonight I am going to fuck you!” she declared, her voice full of anticipation. "Aaaand… I don’t think I’ll need to wear any panties today." Her words were a final, tantalizing promise, a signal that our lovemaking was far from over. "Yeah! I love it."

As she lay before me, luxuriating in her last orgasm, I knew that this was just the beginning. The desire to possess her, to lose myself in her pleasure, was an endless well, a never-ending source of satisfaction. You are mine, and I am yours, just as God said it should be.

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