I couldn't believe this was happening. He was mine and I was his. Completely. Fully. The feel of him inside of me as I rode him was unlike anything I've ever felt. It was a mixture of passion, love, lust, and tenderness. Ah, yes, tender. His hands rested on my thighs, caressing. He bit his bottom lip as he let out a low, almost growl like, moan. I was taking it slow. He bucked his hips trying to get even deeper inside me. "Oh baby," I moaned. He let out a sigh as if he were in the greatest bliss possible. His eyes were burning into mine, melting me like gold. He wore the most playfully relaxed smile as he stroked my thighs, repeatedly encouraging me with his soft moans.
His hands slid from my thighs and caressed my breasts. I threw my head back in pleasure. My body reacted to his touch by picking up the pace. "Fionna, yes…" I took his hands and pinned them down to the bed, then leaned down to him, my hair shielding his face like curtains. "Mmm, I love a girl in control," he softly murmured as I kissed him. I loved the feel of his lips. Soft, moist, full. They made me feel drunk. I pushed up against him hard. He gasped loudly, giving me the entrance to his mouth. And oh how I explored endlessly. He untwined his fingers, from mine, his hands going to my butt, where he squeezed. That only made me ride him faster.
His breathing increased and became heavy. I pulled away from his kiss to see his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I smiled and humped harder…faster…deeper. "Fuuuck Fionna," he managed. I smiled to myself, my own breathing heavy and irregular. And then I felt it again.
That tingly, sweetly burning feeling working its way from my core. We rode the wave at the same time, screaming out each other's name in unison. And then I collapsed on top of him. I waited until my breathing and heart rate had settled down before climbing off of him and settling into his side. He was grinning at me as a wave of exhaustion hit me. I snuggled in closer to him and let him brush a few strand from my face.
The way he was looking at me was filled with the purest love I've ever seen, and I knew my gaze mimicked his. He was so beautiful. And he was mine. His arm wrapped around my waist as my lid, heavy with sleep, slid closed.
"You are my queen," he murmured, just before I slipped into unconsciousness.