Page 101 of Objection

My head threw back, desperate for him to just take me, to own me, to love me forever.

His thrusts quickened, my nails digging into his back as we moved together, faster, harder. His own fingertips dug into my hips, surely leaving bruises I could admire for the few days ahead. He slid me down hard onto his length, grinding as he bottomed out. My clit was on fired. as he continued his motions. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum.

“You are mine, princess,” he whispered against my lips.

“Yours,” I whimpered, tears filling my eyes as we moved together towards ecstasy.

“Forever. Forever mine.”

“Always,” I gasped as I began to tighten around him.

“Cum.”

With his permission granted, he held my forehead to his, locked together tightly as we both exploded.

“Only you, Posey. Only you. Forever.” He whispered disjointedly as we came down together.

A long while later, we lay together in our oversized claw foot tub, relaxing and sharing these quiet moments together as a part of our aftercare. His lips peppered soft kisses over the back of my shoulders and along my neck.

We had already discussed the scene and how we were both feeling. Now, we lay in silence, just soaking in each other’s presence in bliss. That was a good word for it, this feeling that I was living in. I was in bliss.

This was the life I had always wanted, yet hadn’t known existed.

If someone were to ask me now, if I would go through it all again, my answer would be a resounding yes.

No objection.