An entry for #fuckmefriday, Aisling Weaver‘s weekly smut call. Go to her page for the full list of participants. –M
You stole it when I had my guard down.
When I thought I finally possessed you.
You yielded, pliant under me.
No more squirming, struggling, hesitation.
Burying myself in your submission.
Eyes staring into your surrender.
Heads close as I pressed myself deep into you.
To leave my mark of ownership.
Smiling in pleasure and triumph.
Letting the feeling of having wash over me.
Exhaling onto you as it came.
You filled your lungs with it.
I saw you;
spark in eye,
quirk in grimacing lip.
You stole my breath,
just before you cried out.
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