I wake up to the heat growing between my thighs...I let out a throaty moan as I squeeze my PC muscles and feel the sensitivity heighten. From the corner of the room I hear his sharp intake of breath and look towards him. He's covered in shadows, but I know he is there. I writhe, uncomfortable with the amount of sensual heat rising in me, and reach my hand out to him, my eyes begging. I know he can see, he likes to watch me sleep, and even better, he likes to watch me wake. "Please," the plea leaves my lips in a bare whisper and hear the moan rise from his chest. The shadows move, and he steps close to the bed. His hand reaches for my long, red hair, and he strokes my scalp gently, his strong tanned hands gentle, yet I know they hold so much power.
"You are so beautiful, baby. So exquisite." His deep voice urges my nipples to erection, threaten to rip through the thin lavender satin that is my nightgown. He leans down towards me and devours me with his kiss, as his hand starts to travel up the inside of my thigh. I'm lost in his lips until his index finger slides slickly inside and I moan into his mouth.
"Yes....yes, baby, moan for me." He says these words and I want to obey, which isn't hard for me, as he thrusts another finger into me, drawing me higher and I let out his name in a strangled cry. "Mmmm, you are so ready for me baby." He stops only to remove my nightgown and returns to me, this time his entire body covers, paused, ready to thrust inside me. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I gasp, wanting him inside me so badly.
"Yes what?" he growls.
"Yes, Master, please!"
He lets out a beastly groan and thrusts into me and I scream. He stills inside, watching my reaction to his hard cock inside and I know that I am completely his. My green eyes burn into his brown ones and I silently challenge him to remain still. A ghost of smile flits across his face as he accepts my warning and thrusts back into, creating a rhythm that I quickly go in to. My legs find their way around his hips, but my hands are trapped in his, held high above my head.
His hips meet mine and another moan escapes me as I feel my wetness pour from me onto the bed, drawing an orgasm closer to my surface, and he can feel it, he can feel me squeeze around him and he growls again, my feral man. "Fuucccck, baby, you're gonna make me cum..."
"Yes, baby," I beg, "Cum for me, cum inside me, make me yours over and over again," and I moan as I hear his moans become deeper.
He tisks at me, lifting up so he can stare down at me as he thrusts harder, "Not yet sweetheart, not until your cum covers my cock...I want you drained," he commanded, lowering his head to bite deeply into my neck and I scream again in pleasure, exploding around him as I do. My name comes from his gritted teeth as he feels me ripple and squeeze around him and he cums inside me, making me his, as he always does.
Still inside me, he rolls us over so that I am not atop him, his hands cradling my body to his. "My Always," he whispers, reigning kisses atop my head.
"Always yours," I murmur sleepily, my body drifting off in post coital peace...my sexual desire sated for him...for the moment.