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The light shining through the window washes over us, drenching us in rays of the setting sun, dancing across skin, across bedding, leaving little glimmers of the fading day behind.
The room is filled with quiet gasps, little moans and hot air - tiny droplets of condensation clinging to the windows and my lover perched atop me.
Tiny droplets of sweat gliding down her perfect body, inch by inch, while she grinds her pelvis into mine, riding the cool glass toy I strapped on not even half an hour ago.
She could be a goddess for all I know. She looks ethereal, the sun painting her in gold, making her radiate the power she holds over me. She is my queen, my confidante, my lover, my opponent, my perfect match. And she's about to reach another level of consciousness momentarily.
My fingers are digging into her hips, guiding her, holding her, while I thrust up at the specific angle I know will make her see stars, close her eyes shut and throw her hair back in ecstasy.
I can't help but marvel over how lucky I am to call her mine. She's mine, body, mind and soul. She’s mine for all to see, painted in the red streaks I left behind with my fingernails just a short while ago, marked by my teeth around her neck, claimed and bound by the matching tattoos we both wear on our left ring fingers.
She's mine and I am hers. Two bodies intertwined, working together, teasing each other, ravenous for their counterpart.
I'm mesmerised by the way she moves, the way she uses her strong thighs to lift herself up again and again, her fingers busy flitting over her chest and soft stomach, never quite giving into her primal needs just yet. I'm waiting for her, waiting to see her finally give in and touch herself. She knows it will make me moan just as much as a well timed spanking.
When she finally does, it takes everything in me to not get ahead and embarrass myself by coming immediately.
I focus on her face instead, her dark eyes ablaze with a passion and determination I haven't seen in months. Her eyes flutter shut with my next thrust and her nostrils flare with the gust of air fleeing them.
The droplets have multiplied and are running down her perfect neck, collecting just above her collar bone. I want to lick them off her desperately, taste not just her skin but the effort we've both expelled during our playtime so far.
Instead I keep watching as the droplets work their way from the perch on her collarbone across and down towards her perfect breast. Her skin, covered in goosebumps, lays a path for the sweat to trail across - stopping just a milimetre from her darkened and perked up nipple, calling me. And this time I give into temptation like a lecher, letting my tongue lap up the drop before letting it dance across her, sucking her soft skin into my mouth and finally, nipping at her with my teeth.
Her shallow breaths, turned panting, are now guttural moans as I press her close against my bare chest and drive my hips up hard, over and over. My nose is pressed into her chest, inhaling the scent that is so intrinsically hers, while I keep branding her with extra love bites. I feel her fingers working herself and it makes me burn up. The way her palm bumps against me makes the glass toy hit all the right spots for me, too.
I'm tethering between this realm and the next, as I know she is, too. I can feel her heartbeat on the tip of my tongue, beating against me hard, thrumming faster and faster until her breath hitches briefly and she yanks my face up to look at her. Foreheads pressed together, her eyes shut once more and she moans into my mouth.
“Come with me, Darcy,” she begs, trembling, so fucking close to chase the best rush of all times.
I nod, ready to give her whatever she might ask of me, waiting for her sign.
Eyes closed, we're both tuned in to each other's ragged breaths now, fire burning in my veins, and I can feel the build up, ready to burst.
“You're so fucking handsome, stud,” she breathes into my mouth, speeding up her rhythm with both hips and fingers.
It doesn't take any words for us in the end. I can feel her tense up, and with the last effort I have in me, I open my eyes and take in her face - her lips parted, her eyes shut and hot breath washing over me as we both crash into each other, screaming each other's names, moaning, trembling and finally, stilling.
She's my goddess. My Queen. The fucking light of my life. And I'll make sure she'll never doubt it.