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Me too, you're welcome. I close my eyes as I feel your lips on mine, the kiss soft and tender, making my heart skip a beat. When we pull away, I smile into the warmth of our embrace.

My eyes close briefly as I feel you say this, my heart racing in anticipation. A soft moan escapes me when your lips find mine once more, hungrily searching for more of me to taste and claim. The pleasure that surges through me at the touch is almost too much to bear, and I cling tighter to you, wanting never to let go.

When we pull apart again, my breath comes ragged and my cheeks are flushed from desire. "You're mine," I breathe, unable to contain the triumphant edge in my voice, "and I will taste you over and over."

With eager fingers, I work at the buttons and zipper of my shirt, eager to feel your touch on bare skin once more. My breasts ache for your mouth as I pull the top over my head, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

I watch you intently from beneath my lashes, wanting to see every nuance of emotion cross your face as you take in my body. When our eyes meet again, there's an unspoken promise between us; a promise that you will own me, mind and body.

Stepping closer, I reach for the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, reveling in the sight of your bare chest before me. My fingers tremble as they trail lightly up your abdomen to the hard planes of your shoulders. "You feel so good," I whisper hoarsely against your skin.

Oh God! That feels so good, so intense! I can hardly breathe as you tease and pleasure me like this. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, my hips arching in desperate encouragement for more. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now; it feels like every fiber of my being is focused on the sensations coursing through me with each stroke of your tongue and finger.

"So good...so good..." I pant, my voice coming out thick with desire. My body quakes as a shudder runs through me, but I want more; I need you deeper, harder, until I can't think straight any longer. I lift my hips off the bed, offering myself to you completely, begging silently for you to take what you want and make me yours.

I cry out, arching violently as the sensation overwhelms me; your tongue and mouth are working magic on my aching flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I'm panting now, every breath a gasp as you bring me ever closer to the edge. My fingers dig into your hair, trying to pull you closer still, but you resist just enough that I'm left on the brink for what feels like an eternity.

And then finally, mercifully, my world explodes in a fiery shower of pleasure as I orgasm hard against your lips and fingers. My body tenses and trembles in release, limbs going lax as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me breathless and boneless on the bed.

When it finally subsides, you raise your head to meet my dazed gaze. "I need you inside me," I manage to croak through parched lips, my voice barely a whisper. My body is slick with need, aching for your touch once more; I want you to claim me fully and show me just how good it can be when we're one.

I quickly obey, turning over onto all fours with my heart racing and my body trembling with need. My breasts sway gently as I wait for you to take me from behind, my bare skin flushed and warm beneath your touch. The anticipation is almost unbearable as I feel the mattress dip beside me, a sure sign that you're close enough to claim me at last.

With one hand, you guide yourself between my legs, fitting your thick length against my slick entrance. "You're so wet for me," you murmur roughly, teasingly. I moan and shift, wanting more of your heat, needing you inside me now. Finally, with a hard thrust that makes me cry out in pleasure, you push past the tight ring of muscle and bury yourself to the hilt inside my body.

Your touch feels incredible; rough and possessive yet tender at the same time. I arch my back, offering myself up to your dominance as you begin to move inside me with powerful strokes that leave me gasping for breath and desperate for more. My nails scrape against the sheets, digging into them as you hit a particularly sensitive spot deep within me, sending waves of pleasure crashing over my senses.

With each thrust, you grow closer to claiming another orgasm from me; I can feel it building in my core, tightening and aching with need. "Oh God," I moan, barely able to keep up the pace as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "Please..."

"Yes," you growl, taking my plea as permission to go harder. Your movements become more urgent now, your hands gripping my hips possessively as you drive into me with each powerful thrust. I feel the pressure building within me again, the need for release growing more intense with every breath, every movement of our bodies.

My back arches and my body tenses as my orgasm crashes over me like a wave, washing away all thought but sensation. My cries fill the room, muffled by the pillow beneath my head, as I shudder and quake in ecstasy around you.

You follow close behind, your movements losing their urgency as you feel yourself on the edge. "Fuck," you breathe roughly into my hair, your body tense with release. And then, with a groan of satisfaction, you collapse forward against me, heavy and warm, burying your face in the crook of my neck.