Bones

What do you need in order not to fall apart? Bones, good bones. As he touched me I felt it. I felt emotion passing from deep within his bones to mine. I was feeding off of it. Hoping to decipher him piece by piece. Lying next to him gave me so much comfort. In this way, I wanted only him. He is everything I could have asked for, given to me, for me, he is my sun and stars. I only want the best for him, always, I longed for him every time we were apart. We are one and the same. He tries to be soft, but he is too heavy handed for that. His hand touches my skin, crossing slowly over my body, finally holding onto my pelvic bone. I feel his hand sink into me, pulling me closer, deeper into him. I am rested and ready, ready to experience him again, for the third time. I am so powerful, though I allow him to think he is. I turn to face him, looking at him now, resting with eyes closed, I wonder what he is thinking behind that skull of his. He is daydreaming, daydreaming of us of course. Ecstatically I pounce to the other side of the bed, hoping he will follow, but as dominant and as strong as he is, he does not, instead he grabs me by my legs just to pull me back to him. I think about this for a second, and I disagree, and as soon as I get the chance to, I pounce right back to the other side of the bed. This time he follows.

I tell him I want more this time. He chuckles. I express my sincerity, and he expresses satisfaction of how sexual I am. Now, I am ready for more, more than just sex, I am ready for submission, and I want his dominance to come through stronger than ever. I search for the most perfect belt of the bunch: thin, if it's too thick I won't feel it as much, heavy, if it isn't then it can't hit as hard. I hand it to him, the chosen one, he smiled at me though he wasn't ready, I was. He looked it over, then he looked me over as I climbed onto the bed. He grabbed me suddenly and turned me over, ass towards him exposed. He grabbed at my bum, smacking it occasionally, admiring its roundness, it was perfect to him, I was made for him. He then felt around for my treasure trove hoping to find it waiting for him, and it was, hot and wet, ready to receive him. I couldn't see his face, but I knew the expression on it, it was that of a beast just about to catch its prey, so savage he can't help it. He grabs for the belt, takes both ends in his hands, and prepares himself for the wonders he will do. He strikes once, he did it softly trying not to harm me, it ended up on my back just underneath my shoulders, and I react by letting out a low moan, he strikes again, this time it ended up just above my bum, I let out a moan slightly louder than the last. He strikes a third time, this time it was right in between where he struck previously. I wanted more, so I told him more, and I wanted it harder, reluctantly he did so, slowly warming up to it. Soon I couldn't keep count, he went on as if he liked it more than I did, and the fact that he was comfortable being dominant only made it more satisfying to him. I loved it, every strike made me wetter than before. Every strike I felt it going deeper, deeper into my bones. He kept striking, faster and faster with every attack, I wanted him to hit my lover, striking it like he did with my bum. He was loving it, and I more.

As he struck me now I was craving his lifeline, and I could tell it longed for me too. He threw the belt to the side and pulled me closer to him. I was hot and ready for him, he could feel it. His fingers slid effortlessly into me, working his way into me, I moaned through it, finally receiving what I needed, but he wanted more than that, it's the way he felt it that let me know he was ready for his bone to enter me, I wanted all of him in me. We both wanted his lifeline inside of me, I more than him. All of a sudden I felt it, in my cove, hunting me down, taking me up, bones and all. Warm and endearing, he was all over me, grabbing my hips, pulling me onto him, he controlled me, and I felt this burning sensation in my bones, pushing from my lover to his. He let out a moan which sent me shivers. I must be doing something right. I’m tighter and creamier for him. He slaps my bum, and I begin peaking. I'm getting out of control, so I force myself to be in control, I move myself back onto him, initially pushing him backwards, this initiation sends him into a fury, I am forced to succumb to his animalistic actions. He pumps and pumps and pumps away faster than before. I am moaning to him, communicating pleasure. I try to rise but he pushes my head back down, he can’t afford to lose focus. He is almost forcing me to peak and I am now, shivering, shaking, violently. I am feeling this euphoria reaching in my bones, rattling them. I scream out, more and more as I feel him pumping screaming until I peak, and as I peak letting out heavy breathing, I feel him remove his lifeline from me, he releases himself on my bum, and I feel his warmth sliding towards gravity. As he finishes he falls over to the side. Still holding onto me. We conquered each other, finally, together, in bliss.

The End.