Fully Completely Yours

You have to know I want it.
You have to know you have me.
You have to know you've won your game, as if I stood a chance.
You have to know where my eyes have been, where they are, where they will be. I'm not even trying to hide it anymore.
Your pretty playful eyes have me, as you look away to put back the plates.
Your curving hips have me as you saunter to hand me the bowls.
Your round perfect ass in that skirt has me, as you bend down to close the drawer, and all over again you pop up on your toes to wipe the sink.
As you hand me the dish towel next to your chest, knowing where I'll look yet again. Your tits in that low cut top have me, fully, completely, yours.
Your left earlobe has me, your right kneecap has me. Whatever part of yourself that you hate the most fucking has me. Every inch of you.
Every movement you make through this suddenly sweltering kitchen, has me. Fully. Completely. Yours.
You have to know.
How hard my cock is. Forget smelling it, you seem like you can taste it. The taste of victory. As if I stood a chance.
Your smouldering eyes flit downward and your smile says everything and nothing.
You know I've barely been able to help out, fumbling through the kitchen. You have to know why.
Everything is harder. Concentration is harder. Breathing is harder. Thinking is harder.
Standing becomes harder, for more reasons than one. I pray I won't have to much longer.
I almost put away the towel. I almost miss the obvious. Not just a towel, not just a task. You finally tell me, without telling me, that you know.
Forget smelling it, I can almost taste it, that fabric from between your thighs, balled up underneath my eyes from within that towel that never mattered.
I turn around, and nothing matters. Except you and me. Your confident smile, that I slowly return. Wordless signals finally clear through my fog of doubt.
You have me. Like a puppet on a string, your finger beckons and I approach.
You meet me with those sauntering hips, and your hot breath on my throat.
The smell of your hair, the taste of your cheek. Your soft hands and softer breasts, make every fiber of every muscle in me harder, every thought harder, every passing second of agonizing restraint harder, standing harder. Yet I stand, stiff and tall as you melt against me.
You know what you have. What you've won. Take it.
You know I want it. You know you have me. Take it.
You wait, and test me. You wait and see if I'll relent and take the easy way; make the first move, but I don't. I know the greater thrill.
I'd say I control myself but you know where the control lies. You have to. Dont you?
A ridiculous question.
Your lips, my ear, a whisper, "Why aren't you fucking me yet?"
My lips, your ear, a whisper, "Why aren't you fucking ME yet?"
The only words spoken, and even they, more than what's needed.
Our lips are needed for so much more than words. A kiss. A wet smacking, sucking, sudden transformation of our lips into pure need.
Want is below us, desire a dull imitation. This is pure need. Take what you need. Take what you've won. Take what you have. Fully. Completely. Yours.
Clothes are suddenly an abomination, frantically pulled, sliding, tearing. Releasing you. Releasing me. Skin, meeting skin. The woman, in the flesh, that won me. Defeated me. In thrilling surrender I fall. The hard floor, your soft curves, I lay between them, taking my place.
Your trophy risen high, standing stiff and tall, you take it. Your prize. Your need. My need. Shared and clear.
That wet smouldering heaven, that looms above. I strain for it, trapped in my purgatory of your making. The pleasure of your soft warm lips and softer warmer breasts, pressing me heavily into comforting control. The pain of your nails digging into my straining knuckles, hands clasped rigid against the floor, and your knees, taming the wild bucking of my hips. Fated to roar in silent restraint until their master sees fit.
I feel your amused smile, as you resist my lifting neck with your pressing kiss.
My abs flex against your fertile belly, as if begging it to let me in. Deep into your palace. Your heaven. My need.
It finally echoes with yours. Your need is finally revealed as an equal reflection of mine, as your smokey lust-drunk eyes meet my own, and your huffing breath heats the close air between our silent faces.
Your knees leave my hips and strike the floor like a tribal drum.
Your soft thighs clutch me strongly.
Your round hips roll against my sharp thrusts, and our shared need is finally realized and fulfilled in that beautiful penetration.
Wet flesh against throbbing hard flesh, new deeper flesh, more and more I become yours, and you become mine.
Your heaven takes its trophy, fully, completely. Yours. Mine. Ours. Flesh without borders, endings or beginnings, only wet tight throbbing oneness.
Hips press into hips. Lips press into lips, as our shared wails become shared muffled moans.
The weight of your victory traps my white clasping knuckles against the floor under your soft pressing arms. Fingers intertwined with shared purpose.
A purpose that presses your hips into me, until my straining rejoicing cock might either break through you, or my flexing ass break through the floor.
You let off in a deep sigh of satisfaction. Feeling my muscles' aimless resistance quelled. Your pussy's tight resistance made full. You have me. Within you. Fully. Completely. Yours.
Your perfect hips move like the waves of an ocean. A hot humid paradise. Heavy waves crashing harder and wilder as the storm grows. Sloshing. Churning.
The thunder of my grunting rumbles from my chest into yours.
Your lungs gust more of your hot moaning winds against me.
The pitter patter of frantic kisses cover our faces, our necks, our shoulders.
Lightning crashes in a shared wail of suddenly lost control, instantly, in both of us, and the clenching grasp of our hands breaks away. My body wrenches upwards. Arms smack against skin as they wrap around our heaving chests.
No more falling kisses, only cracking hoarse wordless voices.
No more heavy rolling churning, only a pounding. Mad relentless pounding of wild thoughtless bodies against each other. The momentum of your unstoppable waves crashing and pounding against my hard steadfast shore.
Hard pistoning rage. Tight clenching excitement. My cock and your pussy test their limits in a loving duel of power and purpose.
Our faces press aimlessly together. My barking fury quelled against your smiling excited mewls, and thrilled mischievous giggles at my helpless desire, yet red-faced and thrilled along with me.
My freed fingers explore your flesh, still trapping my wrenching torso softly against the hard floor. I squeeze and paw and cherish every place on your wondrous body I can reach. Every inch of you. Every inch of you fucking has me. Fully. Completely. Yours.
It starts to happen.
You see and feel it coming before I do, and your excitement drives higher. My panicked frantic grunts rise, as my body drags my mind to the edge.
You whisper, needless sultry words with your teeth against my ear. That you want it. That you need it. That you need me. Released within you. Fully. Completely. Yours.
You soothe your wild animal, the monster of your own proud creation, under its soft perfect trap.
You whisper in sudden harsh gleeful excitement, that you're right there with me, together at that edge.
Your breasts heave and nipples dig into me. My pride swells, reflected with yours. That I can be what you need. That I can give you want you need.
Your hips shudder and quake in anticipation; slower, harder, pounding, grinding, plowing me deeper into you, into your fertile soil. Digging a grave for my separate self, for your separate self, to die in as we become more. Born again as one. Us. Me into you. Our vindication. Fully. Completely. Ours.
It finally happens. I obey your command. As if either of us could choose in this moment. Our inevitable, fated, inescapable victory erupts in pure purposeful joy.
That sharp clear pleasure explodes from the depths of my loins to the ends of my fingertips.
I yell your name. You yell mine. Giving ourselves to each other.
A part of me becomes a part of you. My essence. My seed. It enters you along with my being. Again and again, more and more, it soaks into you along with my soul. You finally have it, you have me.
I feel you moan, contract your pussy, expand your chest, erupt in your pleasure with me.
Your nails and teeth test my skin and muscles, I pull you tighter and lean in to the precious pain, the overwhelming pleasure.
The release. Of ourselves, to each other, with orgasms of sharp pulsing purpose. Fully. Completely. Ours.
Your fertile womb. My virile seed. Churning, sloshing, in an ocean of life within you. Our waters mixed and one. Dissolved and inseparable now. Your wet tongue penetrates and writhes in my mouth as my soaked cock basks and twitches inside you. Juices mixing in a concoction of pleasure.
Our cups overflowing. A mess of beautiful shared adoration. More and more, filling, draining, me into you, I give you everything. All I have. All you need. Fully. Completely. Ours.
Our bodies can finally no longer obey. Spent, finished of all they have. All we are. Given, completely. Taken completely.
We fall again, as one. I keep your soft precious body from the hard uncaring floor.
Your rocking, rolling hips and your squeezing writhing aftershocks massage my exhausted cock within you. Your depths bask in the thick, wet heat of what I've given, what we've shared. Taking it in, absorbing, mixing, becoming.
Your tongue finally leaves my mouth and our watery eyes meet again, seeing, knowing without words.
Your tongue and lips explore my neck, my jaw, finding my ear, they finally reduce themselves to forming words again. Gentle, cooing, purring simple words of gratitude, tantalizing my ear and swelling my pride.
Goosebumps spread coldly over me, mixing against the warm writhing waves of your body on mine. Not trapped, but home. Not taken but shared.
Your husky whispers reaffirming your body's language, hypnotize me into a reassuring bliss, that I've given you what you need. That I've been what you needed. That I am what you need. All that you need.
I tell you as well, but I know you don't need to hear it.
You have to know.
You have me.
Fully. Completely. Yours.