Sienna
There’s no strength left in my knees.
My chest heaves with each ragged breath. My body occasionally jolts with pleasure as I come down.
Nate lies beside me, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips.
I’ve never come so hard or so often in my life, and he knows it.
I trace my fingers over his chest, absentmindedly drawing patterns. Nate looks so handsome in the dim lighting, with shadows flickering over his face and body.
I drink in the sight of him.
I wish I could stay forever in this moment—our naked bodies pressed up against each other, the smell of vanilla and sweat filling the room, my heart pounding in my chest, and ecstasy pulsing through my body.
Just the two of us and nothing else.
No imminent threat of danger. No need to grieve.
No guilt. No sense that I should be somewhere else.
I belong here.
As my heart begins to slow, I try to sit up. Nate smirks, and with one hand, he holds me back down. I look up at him curiously, but he says nothing.
Instead, he torments me with a knowing grin.
Nate rolls to my side, forcing me onto my back. With the hand that held me down, he lifts my arms above my head, holding both of my wrists.
“Do you know how fucking worried I was about you?” he asks, voice low and almost a growl in my ear.
With his free hand, Nate runs his fingers up and down my body. He carves lines in between my breasts. He’s careful not to touch me too much—he wants to make me want it—and it’s working.
I want him to touch me, I want him to run his hands all over my body.
I remember how it felt to have his fingers inside me, stroking at my G-spot. Making me come. Again and again.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, arching my back up into his touch.
But Nate’s grip on my wrists keep me down.
“You’re mine. All mine.”
He holds my breast firmly. The sharp pain turns to pleasure, and I gasp. My pussy quivers in anticipation.
“I’m yours,” I agree, nodding my head vigorously as I can. “I promise, I’m yours.”
“You’re fucking right, you are,” Nate says, and his hand moves to my nipple. He rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers, pinching at it and pulling. “You’re mine. Mine to touch.”
I arch my back into his touch as he pulls away.
“Mine to tease.”
His hand dives back to play with my breasts, alternating between the two. His other hand punctuates each sentence by pushing my arms down into the bed, pinning me further.
Nate leans his body against mine, and I feel his thick cock push up against my leg. He’s starting to get hard again, just from watching me writhe under his touch.
“I’m yours, Nate,” I plead.
He pinches my nipple again before his hand trails down my body.
“Use me. Please. Do whatever you want with me.”
Nate pretends not to have heard me. He parts my legs, and then his hand slips over my pussy. With his index finger, he circles my clit, which is still throbbing from the attention it received earlier.
I moan.
Nate’s hand continues to play with me, teasing at my clit. His fingers occasionally slide down, slipping into me for a second or two. They spread my wetness over my pussy.
“Fuck, Nate...” I whisper.
I push against the restraint of his arms, but he wastes no effort in pushing me down again. Holding me still.
He can do whatever he wants to me.
“Nate, please,” I moan, breathless.
He’s barely touching me, but I can feel an orgasm beginning to build. His fingers speed up, his cock stirring against my leg.
I grind down into his touch.
“Nate, please!”
He still says nothing, ignoring my voice.
Instead, Nate focuses on my body.
He’s going to make me come, and he knows it. He’s waiting for it.
I feel my legs begin to tremble; my hips buck into his hand.
“Nate! I’m yours! I’m—Fuck! I’m—”
My body jolts, and my pussy clenches tightly as I come. I still wish that his fingers were inside of me.
I long for something to fill me up. To pound me into the bed.
I feel Nate lean into me. He kisses from my collarbone up to my neck. Then, he lightly traces the outside of my ear with tongue.
He bites on my earlobe and whispers, “You’re mine to fuck.”
Nate pulls me on top of him, spreading my legs as wide as they can go. He stares at my cunt as it slides down onto his thick cock, still spasming from its orgasm.
He groans, gripping my waist. He holds me in place as his entire shaft fills my pussy and throbs inside me.
I try to buck my hips, to ride his length and feel it rub inside me. But he holds me still.
“Say you’ll never leave me again,” he says in gravelly tones.
He thrusts once. His shaft strokes every nerve inside me and sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Say that you’re mine.”
Another thrust.
“No other man can have you.”
And another. Each time he strokes my G-spot, I cry out.
“I’m yours!” I moan. “Only yours!”
I try and roll my hips, but his grip is unwavering.
“Yours to use! Please—whenever you want me, I’m yours.”
I’m desperate now. Breathlessly begging for another release.
“Whenever?”
One of Nate’s hands lifts from my waist to my breast. He cups it in one hand and begins to play with it casually, as though he wasn’t buried to the hilt in my needy cunt.
“Whenever! I’ll never leave you! I need you!”
With an animalistic growl, he begins to thrust into me, the hand on my waist lifting away. His fingers intertwine in my hair grabbing a fistful and pulling me down.
I brace myself on his chest—my hands splayed over the thick muscle. I can feel his heart pound beneath my touch.
We move together. Nate pulls my hair so that he can capture my lips within his own. We kiss passionately, and as I pull away he bites my lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth and releasing it again.
I come again quickly. I’m still sensitive from before, and it feels as though every time we fuck, he thinks of a new way to drive me wild.
Even though I’ve come, he doesn’t pull out of me. He keeps pounding away, but now, his hands move from my hair and my breasts down my waist and under my ass.
He cups my cheeks, before I begin to feel myself being lifted from the bed.
Effortlessly, he carries me to the mirror, his thick shaft still buried inside of me.
He pulls down and lowers to me the floor in front of the wall-sized mirror. He spins me around, so I can see myself—the love bites, the faint redness where he had spanked my breasts and my ass, the wetness that’s spread from between my legs and peeks from the inside of my thighs.
He stands behind me, and I feel the tip of his cock push against my folds.
It teases me, dipping into my pussy for an inch, and then out again.
“Look at yourself,” he commands, pulling my hair back behind my shoulder.
And I do.
My tan skin glistens with sweat. My chest heaves with the energy. My cheeks are flushed, and my hair’s in wild curls from having Nate’s hands in it.
I’ve never looked sexier.
Nate must think so, too.
He pushes his cock into me again, and I catch a glimpse of my face as I moan.
“I see the most beautiful fucking girl in the world, Sienna,” he whispers in my ear.
He leans over my body, pushing me forward until my hands are on the mirror.
I spread my legs a little, pushing back onto him.
“I see the most gorgeous, maddeningly captivating woman that I have ever seen in my life.”
His hand holds my waist, and the other dips down my body and between my legs. I feel his fingers begin to toy with my swollen clit until my legs begin to shake.
I’m almost scared that I’ll fall to the floor.
But I know that Nate would never let me get hurt.
So, I relish in the submission.
Nate wants to treasure me, and fuck, I want to let him.
“And that woman is all mine.”
He begins to slide in and out of me. Slowly at first. He watches my face in the mirror, how my jaw drops open and my eyes roll back into my head as he brushes against my G-spot.
He holds me against him, even when I can barely hold myself up. My hands claw at the mirror, and I wish that I could touch him. But he makes this all about me.
He wants me to come. I can feel it in his relentless pounding.
“Oh, Nate! Nate! Fuck, Nate, I’m gonna—”
He kisses my neck, and when his fingers pinch my clit, I explode.
My entire body rocks with an orgasm, and my knees begin to tremble, threatening to give way beneath me. Nates cock pulses inside me, and I feel him coming as my cunt clenches around him. He catches me, holding me up with those strong arms.
He picks me up and carries me back to the bed.
“You’re a fucking tease, Sienna,” he tells me, throwing me down onto my front. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”
A stinging slap falls on my ass, and I whimper in pleasure.
“Then I’m gonna fuck you until you forget everyone else.”
He spanks me again, and then I feel him straddle me. He’s going to fuck me into the mattress. I push my ass up into the air for him to take.
And he does.
Until I forget everyone else.
I’ll never need another man.
I’m his.