'I own you'

You make we weak.
Fingertips caress the curves of my chest, loitering across the soft skin of my breasts.
You trace lazy circles along my ribcage, occasionally running your palms against the pebbles of my nipples.
A moan catches in my throat as my eyes flutter shut.
A delicious throbbing settles between my thighs.
My hand follows the path your hands have led, only straying to dip into the leaking honey pot between my legs.
Your grip tightens on my waist and I pry my eyes open, desperate to see the primal lust that I know has filled you.
Dark eyes. Golden skin.
You watch me bring myself to ecstasy, only stopping to replace my own flickering wrist with your own.
So full. So right.
The waves begin to lap at my toes, crawling up my legs.
The brink of pleasure.
Then nothing.
My eyes fall open, lips pursued ready to scream at your denial.
Your hands around my throat.
Your hardness in my mouth.
The wetness between my legs spreads to the sheets.
I'm drowning in you.
You pull yourself from between my red lips.
Push me down.
Tug my hair back.
Hard.
Your lips meet my throat, biting down.
Hard.
My wrists are bound by you.
My soul is bound to you.
You thrust into me and hammer out your rhythm.
Never pausing to allow me to adjust to the fullness.
Never faltering in your fucking.
Your pleasure is my pleasure.
The feeling of you inside me becomes too much to bare.
I explode.
You do not stop.
I explode.
You do not stop.
We explode.
Your body falls on top of mine, trapping me beneath you.
The look in your eyes matches the words that fall from your lips
'I own you.'