His

For Him . . .
she lay curled at His feet
contented, relaxed, but watchful as He slept
senses somehow elevated, hightened
body aching from His hard touch
soul aching from her desire for more
of Him
her mind cluttered and foggy but for her need of Him
silently screaming out for His touch, a word, a glance
the growing heat and wettness the only witness of her desire
for Him
she stirs in her desire for the feel of His skin, His hands, His mouth
her back arches and her cheek brushes against His calf
His hand shoots out catching her by her hair
His hand locking into her curls, tighter
the tug and pressure as His hand pulls her close
to Him
she glances upwards, breathing deeply, His hand demands her
her back arches more, eyes smoldering
breasts bruised and happily offered, nipples hard, pointed
thighs spread, open, trembling
tongue anxiously flicking across full lips
desire screaming through her nerves like jolts of electricity
from Him
green eyes detect a faint smile
bravely she raises her heated gaze to His cool one
His eyebrow raised
"slave" He lowly growled as He pulled her head to Him
"Master" she moaned in a whisper her eyes still locked to His
as she kneeled willingly,longingly in front of Him
Belonging to Him