The House of Fun! A place for me to meet people and work out ideas.

”Uhnnn…. Fun … Please … “

Your taught flesh threatens to rip through the fine lace of your bra as I continue to suck and knead your ample bosom. My hands desperately seeking a clasp, frustrated, finally pull the delicate fabric roughly, tearing your bra away from your succulent form. The fabric between the cups torn asunder as I lay you bare to my oral assault.

My hips grind into yours, as my tongue explores. Your skin hot to my touch as your chest rises and falls beneath me. My breasts, laid bare for me to use as I wish as I lose myself in your soft bounty. Caressing, kneading, sucking, kissing and licking every inch of you as I moan and grind over you.

My throbbing cock pressing into your hips through my jeans, your delicate skirt bunching around your hips as we writhe and squirm together. I moan in pleasure, my mouth full of your flesh muffling the sound.

"Ohhhhh Yessssss... Mari... Unnnghhhhh."
 
There is an urgency about the way your hands move over my body, the way your mouth renews its assault on my breasts. It is clear that you want to get past the flimsy barrier of my bra and I’m as eager for it to be removed, but somehow the fabric offers an admirable resistance. But it’s not a quality you admire or are willing to put up with. I gasp in shock as you tug determinedly, the tearing audible as the sudden release causes my flesh to tumble free, the remnants of support carelessly discarded as you pounce upon my exposed body.

I have no idea which of us is moaning the most as your mouth latches onto my breasts. I’m still pinned to your bed, your jeans rough as they grind and rub bunching up the floaty fabric of my skirt causing it to rise from knee length to gather high upon my thighs. I can feel the hardness, the throbbing of your cock as it pushes and strains against me causing a corresponding heat and pulse of need that continues to escalate rapidly.

"Ohhhhh Yessssss... Mari... Unnnghhhhh."

We are united in need and equally desperate for the other.

”Fun… “

I moan your name, my hands moving to your chest in an attempt to explore, to drag my fingers through your chest hair, to savour the coarseness in comparison to my own smooth sensitivity. My hips attempt to rise straining to press against your throbbing erection craving so much …
 
Your hands upon me, your fingers weaving themselves into the very fabric of my chest feels fantastic as I moan and press into your caress. You call my name as we lose ourselves in each other. Our bodies locked in need and desire. Our hearts racing to satisfy each others every whim and want.

We caress each other and kiss passionately as we explore and savor every moment. Hands roaming freely, lips locked in lust and love. It feels as if there is not enough time to ever get enough of this feeling. Never enough time to explore as fully as we wish. I gasp as you pinch at my nipples, I moan as you tug gently with your hand embedded in my hair. Every action evoking pleasure. Every caress urging me on.

I reach down to unbuckle my jeans, fumbling a bit in my desire to feel more of you next to me. My swollen shaft, damp with excitement, straining against the cotton of my boxers. I begin to slowly kiss and lick my way down your body, sliding my hips down between your legs as I make my decent. My cock sliding over your pelvis as I make my way down to the waist of your skirt sends shivers down my spine. Soon you will be mine completely.
 
My fingers explore and wind and press and tug at your chest and the wiry hair that adorns it. Your torso is so strong, so masculine and every touch thrills me. As does the way your hands move over my body, the way you press and pin and the way we seem to heighten the need in each other until your gasps are joining mine. Mouths and hands duel in the pursuit of pleasure. Our bodies jolt and strain and heat as we each give ourselves up to the emotion and sensation of our abandoned coupling.

I am able to take a ragged breath as you draw back to unbuckle your jeans. You're usually more adept at this; so my hands join yours to assist to pull the clasp open and allow you to get rid of the thick denim which separates us. Then before I'm aware of it I'm laying back once more and you're moving down my body, the graze of your cock so evident within the thin fabric of your boxers.

"Ohhhh .. omg ... "

I moan as you press kisses upon my body, soft licks assisting the glide downwards as you descend and make your way towards my waist. My hands reach out and grasp at the bedding beneath me, my actions an unconscious surrender to the attentions of your mouth as my body quivers in anticipation ...
 
Your voice rings in my ears, moans of pleasure and passion mixing with my own. My teeth taking the elastic of your skirt and pulling down as my hands work to help guide the flimsy fabric down over your hips as I lift up for a moment to slide it completely from your body. Your matching lace panties siding off next as I feel the dampness of the fine material and see the evidence of your arousal cling to the delicate weave.

Naked before me as I kneel over you; your arms outstretched clinging to the bedding; your legs wide astride me, I gasp at your beauty. A heavenly feast for my senses, mine for the taking as I stroke your naked thighs with my hands. Feeling you squirm and watching as your eyes anticipate whats next. I lower my head, eyes locked with yours, as I give a long slow lick along the length of your folds. My tongue capturing your taste as I tease the opening gently.

My lips clasping yours and tugging gently as I tease and linger around the outer regions of your sex. My hands sliding up your sides, caressing your naked body as I continue to lick ans gently suck around the edges of your essence. Teasing you before taking you as mine.

"Mari," I whisper, eyes locked with yours from between your thighs. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to spank you and I'm going to make you mine... Understood?"
 
Unable to stop you moving down my body , as you ease determinedly downwards. But that is the very last thing on my mind; I want, need everything you bestow upon me. I gas as your teeth grab the waistband of my skirt, the sensation of that so erotic. I lift my hips to allow your mouth and hands to tug the fabric down and slip if free over my hips. I can feel the heated puddling between my legs, the evidence of which is all to clear as my panties immediately meet with the same fate leaving me open and exposed to your sight, to your touch ...

My eyes lock with yours as you seem to consider. I shiver as your hand strokes slowly, the light touch upon my thighs making me quiver with intense anticipation. My breath is ragged, my sex pulsing already. The softest of whimpers escapes me as I watch you lower your head, watch you ease slowly downwards, watch you as your tongue extends ... The single lap of your tongue as it drags the length of my opening makes me cry out as, despite my efforts not to, my body jolts reflexively. Whether in reward, or in punishment, I cannot decide, but your mouth captures and tugs and teases flaming the aching need of my centre, but skilfully refraining from giving anything like satisfaction to my saturated sex.

"Mari,"


The softly spoken sound of my name demands attention. I look down my body, past hard tipped breasts aching and craving your touch, down past my waist, the flare of my hips to where your eyes capture mine from between my legs.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to spank you and I'm going to make you mine... Understood?"

A gasp evidences my shock at such a blatantly spoken intent, yet rather than raise objection, my body flares confirming that it is exactly THIS which I crave. Slowly I nod, the slight bite of my lip the only indication of nervousness as I realise that this is taking on far more than I could ever have imagined.
But it is what you want, what we want.

"Yes ... I understand ... "

I finally give you my breathless consent ...
 
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“Yes.. I understand…”

Smiling as I see her nod and worry her lip. Understanding dawning as I rise and remove my boxers, the final barrier between us removed as I return to embrace her and take her completely. Our bodies pressing together, naked, flesh pressing against flesh, as I kiss her and whisper “Good girl.”

My cock rests against her sodden folds, sliding effortlessly along the slick opening of her sex. as I move my hips to position my thick head against her. Pressing hard as it slides in completely, a single smooth thrust, filling her void, taking her without question or hesitation. I gasp as I feel her muscles grip me. Her walls clasping at my shaft as I rise up, my hands holding her arms to the mattress, as I slide back to hammer my length back into her. Long full thrusts, rapidly moving to fulfil her needs… our needs.

Many months of shameless teasing and flirting culminating to make my passion flair, my heart swell and my loins quiver as I hold her down and fuck her molten pussy. “Godddddd you feel so good.”
 
Our gaze is locked as he reaches down to remove his boxers. I watch wordlessly all too aware of my pulses racing in anticipation and just the edge of apprehension. The latter disappears completely as he takes me in his arms and draws me against him. I give a soft sigh of satisfaction savouring the sensation of his wiry hair scuffing my smoooth skin as his kiss further reassures me.

“Good girl.”

There is no logic to how intensely my body responds to that softly spoken praise. My arousal all too evident as his cock moves to rub against me as he looks down positioning himself clearly intent upon immediate entry. And then, without pause, he penetrates me; the single stroke steadily sliding into my sex, pushing up through my pussy and filling me completely. He is thick, he is throbbing and iron hard. Fully impaled and stuffed full of him I moan at the exquisite feeling, my sex grasping greedily as if reluctant to release him.

Never has it been more obvious that THIS is how it should be, this is what we need.

And then his strong hands pin me securely to the mattress as he begins to thrust. Every ridge, every vein of that demanding cock is felt as he withdraws only to slam home in a single slick action. The action is repeated, over and over; my sharp gasps and exclamations punctuating the accelerating pace of that forceful fucking.

“Godddddd you feel so good.”

The tone of his voice is as hot as his words as he pins me and plunges up inside me ...

”Ahhhh … Ohh… Fun… yesss …. So deep and hard … please …“

I find myself begging helplessly for all he has to give me …
 
Every quivering contraction of her pussy massages my shaft and head as I bury my self deep in her silken folds. Her grunts mix with mine and the sound of our bodies colliding creating a symphony of lust and passion.

”Ahhhh … Ohh… Fun… yesss …. So deep and hard … please …“

Stroking harder, intent on filling the very depths of her soul with my shaft. Taking her mind and body to the brink of ecstasy. Feeling every erotic twitch of her body send me to ever higher levels of desire.

I look deeply into her eyes, the rich blue flecked with gold dancing in time to our rhythm of passion. Surrendering to our needs and desires. "Yessss... Feel me deep inside... Know I'm in you... Know we belong together."
 
Ohhh ... Goddd ... though surely impossible, as requested, he thrusts deeper, harder ... my cries louder now, as I lay pinned, helpless and desperate for every inch that is rammed up inside me.

Our eyes lock, the meeting of minds as well as the coupling of our bodies.

"Yessss... Feel me deep inside... "

It is impossible not to feel how he is buried inside me to the hilt, but he has gotten 'inside' me in so many different ways ... way past the usual 'defences'...

"Know I'm in you... Know we belong together."

Your words seem to confirm that this is more than simply about fucking.
This is more than a heated interlude. It is the realisation of our desires, our needs ..

" ... yes ... we do ... we belong ... "

I manage to murmur as you hold my gaze, mesmerised as you claim my body and hold my heart and soul ...
 
" ... yes ... we do ... we belong ... "

Smiling, her lips acknowledging our bond, her eyes conveying more than her words. I rise up and re-position myself so that I am on my knees thrusting deeply inside her. Releasing her arms to grasp her breasts firmly as my head buries itself deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I can feel her tense and release around me, her walls clutching my shaft and sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I grasp her aching nipples between my finger and thumb, rolling them hard in tandem as I watch this beautiful woman writhe in passion beneath me.

“Do not cum Mari… I’m not done with you yet…”
 
Our eyes lock and I know I am his on a level that I've never experienced before.

I watch as he changes position.
Up on his knees now, his leverage is increased and so as he thrusts forward,
I cannot help but moan loudly as he rams home so deeply.
Over and over, he fucks me hard.
Every penetration bringing an exclamation as he seems to open me up, so much more than ever seemed possible.

His hands leave my arms, so I'm no longer pinned, but they remain there of their own volition.
And then his hands grab my breasts and I cry out, back arching just as he penetrates me once more.
The feeling is soo exquisite and I know that I am on the edge knowing being fucked like this will make me cum so hard.
I cry out and jolt again, my hands reaching out to grasp at the headboard,
as he rolls my nipples and thrusts up inside me again as I balance on the edge of release.

“Do not cum Mari… I’m not done with you yet…”

Dazedly I focus on him.
His voice hold a soft command that in itself almost makes me orgasm in an instant.
I whimper with effort.
My hands clutch at the headboard as securely grounded as if he had my wrists tied there.

"Ohhh... oh God ... please ... "

I'm begging for release, begging for permission and all that I have in me is struggling to maintain control,
knowing that there is more that he has to give me yet ... more that I have to do ...
... to prove that I have truly given myself to him ...
 
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Thrusting deep and holding still, the sensations too strong, the need too great, if he didn't stop he would surely peak too soon, and there was still so much he needed to do before that. Watching her writhe on the end of his cock, her hands clenching the headboard her lips begging for release.

"Ohhh... oh God ... please ... "

Such a sight to behold, such a vision of submission portrayed beneath him. It was almost enough to give her permission to cum, almost.

Raising a hand, he gave her a moderate slap across her breast, holding his cock deep and still within her. “No My honey… Not yet.” Giving her other breast a moderate smack as he reminded her sternly. “No… I’m not done yet.” Seeing her passion flare at the denial. Watching her eyes flutter around seeking any single thing to focus on.

Sliding out of her, the feeling of her tight sheath a sudden absence that made him shudder in response. “Turn over My honey… get your head down and your ass up. It’s time for your spanking.”
 
For long seconds as I hold onto my control I avidly await his response, hoping that, despite his words he will give consent.
The slap across my breast makes me cry out in shock; not at the slap,
for although he lands skilfully right across my breast ensuring that flesh and nipple both are subjected to that assertive stimulation,
but at the intense response of pleasure that just that edge of pain brings with it.

“No My honey… Not yet.”

The sweet endearment soothes me and spurs me on to further struggle as I so want to obey him,
so want to maintain control even as my pussy grasps greedily at the cock he has buried deep inside me.

Again, that slap, to the other breast and my soft cry;
the edge of pain thankfully keeping me just short of tumbling over the edge of orgasm.
My whole body is sensitised, my pussy puddling as I pull at the headboard straining with the effort of holding back.

“No… I’m not done yet.”

That stern quality to his voice ignites, rather than quenches my need.
This is a facet of Fun which I have never experienced.
I do not pause to question how his command and my compliance have somehow combined into this perfect coupling.
Instead I struggle to obey him, to allow him to take me any way he wishes.

Even so, I cannot help but groan as he eases himself out of me.
The void his cock leaves makes me feel instantly empty, my sex fluttering in an attempt to recapture that fullness which was so exquisite.

“Turn over My honey… get your head down and your ass up.
It’s time for your spanking.”


The combination of endearment and demand is as heady as that of pleasure and pain.
This is what he always intended to do with me and yet now the prospect makes me gasp audibly in anticipation.
My eyes lock with his once more, as he awaits with patient expectation.

Never for a moment do either of us consider that I may not do as directed.

Slowly I release the lifeline of the headboard.
Moving my arms downwards, I carefully manoeuvre myself, turning from laying on my back to my front.
I blush hotly knowing what I must do.
I must offer myself to him, display what is his for the taking ...

I draw my knees up, my ass raising as I do so.
My hand reaches out to the pillows, drawing one closer to place my head upon and press a single flaming cheek to.
I pause ... and though I cannot see him I realise that I am not yet in the optimum position.
And so I draw my knees up higher, the action naturally lifting my ass.
My body quivers visibly.
Just the act of doing this is making my pussy pour and my pulses race.

Never have I been driven by such a need to submit.
Never have I surrendered so completely to another.
Never have I trusted another as I do him.

With a soft whimper I ease my knees apart and lift my ass still higher and revel in the feeling of being so vulnerable and so exposed ...
 
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His eyes locked with hers as he knelt above her, there was no question of compliance. She was his, and he was her keeper, her protector. He observed her carefully as she slowly rolled to her front, her knees gently rising under her, lifting that magnificent ass higher for his use. Adjusting, spreading and arching her ass even higher, he gave her the encouragement she deserved.

“Good girl. Bend over and show me what is mine.”

He rested his hands upon her cheeks and felt the firm rounded mounds of flesh beneath his hands. Moving into position behind her, sliding between her spread legs and against her offered body. His cock resting comfortably against her wet seam, his head throbbing as his hands roamed freely. Gripping her cheeks firmly, parting her to better cradle his cock. The channel of her ass slick with her juices allowing him to slide along the full length of her as he firmly kneaded her, no… not her… his ass.

“Perfect My honey. That’s exactly as you should be.” Rocking back to position his head against her soaked pussy. Ready to take her as she needed. “This,” grabbing her ass firmly, “belongs to me. You will be kept safe, protected and loved, and I will be your Keeper, no one else.”

Raising a single hand, he brought his open palm down upon her as he leaned forward to fill her completely. The sound of his palm striking her pale flesh sounding out loudly in the room as his shaft was once again engulfed in her tight wet sheath. Moaning loudly as her pussy embraced him, he began a steady rhythm of fucking. Long, full length thrusts as he continued to spank her with each inward stroke. Her pale flesh quickly turning a pretty shade of pink as they both rode their passions to new heights.
 
“Good girl. Bend over and show me what is mine.”

His praise and direction come as I get into that final position. For long seconds I remain immobile, displayed, my body quivering not knowing what his reaction is or what he might do. When his hands move to my ass cheeks to mould and press that contact is reassuring yet undeniably possessive.

I gasp as his cock moves against my sex. He had moved closer, but only now do I realise just how accessible I am as his rock hard cock slips and slides and teases even as his hands begin to stroke and press and mould until the dual motion has his cock cocooned within my folds. I moan helplessly at the sensation.

“Perfect My honey. That’s exactly as you should be.”

The possessive endearment makes me quiver, but it is the nudge of his head against my entrance that makes me gasp sharply and stay immobile with effort.
As if sensing my struggle his hands grab my ass and keep it in place.

“This, belongs to me."

Unable to comment, I whimper softly in acceptance of his demand of the Dominant I had awoken.

"You will be kept safe, protected and loved, and I will be your Keeper, no one else.”

His promise offers so much more than I imagined.
His assertion of himself as my 'Keeper' and all that means stun me.

And then I cry out, brought earth shatteringly back to the present.
The sharp spank is combined with that single thrust as he buries himself in me.
But he does not hold himself there for long. Immediately he begins to stroke in and out, a spank on my ass with every forward thrust makes my pussy clench and capture his cock as I cry out at the heady pain/pleasure.

He is merciless and there is no way of stopping him, even if I wanted.
But of course that idea never crosses my mind.
His fucking is steady and determined and he feels incredible inside me.
The spanks bring a sting and glow to my ass which gives just enough pain to intensify the pleasure of his fucking.
I could beg for more, I could beg for less.
I could beg for release, but this is clearly about him.
It is about his claim on me and about him giving me what he knows I need.

My pussy is ploughed, my ass pinked and glowing, my breasts aching and needy... and yet it is the sound of His voice, His words which spur me on.
In reality there is nothing to keep me positioned and yet I comply with His command as surely as if I were bound by more than words and orders.
I press my face to the pillow to muffle the soft cries as I am spank-fucked until it seems that I can take no more.

"Please ... Keeper .... "

The new title falls from my lips as he reduces me to a begging molten mess ...
 
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He sees her body quiver and shake as she fends off the orgasm he’s forbidden her for now. Her body damp with exertion and her hair askew, he could feel her grip him hard as her thighs began to tremble.

"Please ... Keeper .... "

Soft begging. A plea for release, but he knew it was not a plea to be released. She was his now and he knew what she needed, he knew what she craved.

Watching as his cock slides easily in and out of his pussy, the thick shaft glistening, the veins pulsing with each forceful fuck just adds to the sensations of pleasure that soak his every nerve. The warm pink of her cheeks deepening with every impact of his hand, her flesh yielding under his blows, his thrusts driving her deeper into the pillows with each stroke brings a smile to his face.

“Tell me what you need My honey… Beg for me to let you cum.”
 
God, keeping control is getting more and more difficult. The spanks, the thrusts that make my whole body jolt with their force threaten to send me over the edge. Both hands are grasping the pillow now as I struggle to hold back the inevitable tide of release that threatens to crash over me with every stroke and strike.

“Tell me what you need My honey… Beg for me to let you cum.”

My pussy contracts at those words.
So hot are they that only with effort do I stop myself from crashing over the edge. The soft whimpers escape me as somehow I hold myself back. Self control has never been a skill and it is the fear of disappointing him by being unable to follow his orders that drives my desperation to gain that permission.

"I need to cum. I need you to let me cum."

My response is instant.
But I know he wants more and the fact that his fucking and spanking continue challenges my control still further.

"Please ... fucking me... spanking me ... oh my god ... I can't hold back ... I'm so hot and horny ... "

Urgency grows as my body literally quivers. I have to get his permission.
I'm amazed I've held back so long already.

"I want to obey you, please you ... need to ... need to do this for you ...
fucckkkk ... need this so much ... please ... please keeper ... let me cum for you ... "
 
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Her pussy clenches his throbbing cock so hard it almost puts him over the edge himself. He’s sure she’s going to cum, sure that his command will be disobeyed, but she manages to hold off. Somehow keeping her orgasam at bay, though immediately responding to his words with pleas for release, permission to cum.

"I need to cum. I need you to let me cum.
Please ... fucking me... spanking me ... oh my god ... I can't hold back ... I'm so hot and horny ... "


Stroking deeply, and continuing to spank her with each thrust. Her body shaking and writhing on the end of his cock, skewered by his shaft as he continued to make her ass red with his hands.

"I want to obey you, please you ... need to ... need to do this for you ...
fucckkkk ... need this so much ... please ... please keeper ... let me cum for you ... "


He groaned as she begged for release. Her voice hoarse with passion as she held off beyond all expectation. He knew it was time. Time to let her cum, time to finally take full ownership of his honey and truly make her his.

“Yes My honey… Cum for me now… Cum for me and feel me cum deep inside you.” With a final thrust, his head swelled, his brain exploded in ecstasy and the first jet of his cum exploded deep within her.
 

“Yes My honey… Cum for me now… "


At last! He has given me permission!

"Cum for me and feel me cum deep inside you.”


But this is something more; he isn't just allowing me to cum he is commanding, ordering my release!
Those words, the whole tone of his voice make it impossible not to obey.
They are all I need to push me over the edge!

Instantly my body jolts and spasms, my cry filling the room as my pussy clamps with a desperate demand,
a need that is more intense than anything I have previously experienced.
It seems impossible for him to fuck me any harder and yet he penetrates me with the most forceful of thrusts.
I cry out and cling to him as he pumps me full of his cum, his explosion timed exactly with my own.
Orgasm after orgasm overwhelm me;
my mindless moaning proof that all control is lost as I submit to the pleasure of his possession as he claims me as his.
 
“Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssss Myyyyyyy Honeeeeyyyy”

His head swam in overwhelming waves of pleasure as his body clenched with each spasm of his cock. Her pussy clamping tight and spasming around him as his head throbbed with every jet of cum that splashed inside her. The sudden addition of his sperm making their contact impossibly slick as she milked every last drop of cum from his balls with her walls.

Hands upon her hips, he pulled her tight to his groin, their bodies married together in a swirling tide of orgasmic euphoria. His body arched into hers, her ass thrust high against him, both shaking and quivering as their bodies took blind control, both moaning and surrendering to each other.

He held her tight, feeling every inch of him within her walls, finally spent and still embedded deep inside. Collapsing atop her, wrapping her in his arms as they together rolled onto their sides, spooned closely and joined in post orgasmic rapture. With his breathing slowly returning to normal, his cock held snugly in her sheathe and his arms wrapped around her, he kissed her head gently and whispered. “Good girl… such a good girl for your Keeper.”
 
“Gaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssss Myyyyyyy Honeeeeyyyy”

His voice fills my mind, even as his cum floods my body.
I am pulled against him, melding so closely that it is truly impossible to work out where he ends and I begin.
Our bodies are a heaving mass, our moans melding as we melt together, bodies quivering and quaking until that ultimate collapse.

My exhaustion is absolute, my body too heavy to move of its own accord.
My eyes flutter closed as I my mind loses all capacity for coherent thought.
So thoroughly spent, for long moments I am barely conscious of anything but the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and security.
All I can do is breathe, or at least attempt to, until those ragged gasps steady and return to a slow deep rhythm.

And then, somehow I am aware of his arms wrapped around me, his body pressed close, his cock amazingly still inside me.
I am laying on my side and held in the protection of his arms.

“Good girl… “

An almost paternal kiss to the hair accompanies his words;

” … such a good girl for your Keeper.”

The whispered praise makes my heart flip.
I sigh softly and instinctively press to nestle closer against the reassuring bulk of his torso, tremors still quivering through my body.
I raise my head to whisper in hushed tones which match his;

”Thank you Keeper … “
 
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Her words cause his heart to skip a beat. He held her tight, their bodies pressed tightly to one another, legs entwined, cheek to cheek as they basked in the glow that only comes when it’s more than a purely physical act. She was his now, as he was hers. He was her Keeper now, her protector, her friend, her lover, and she was his honey.

His voice low, as they held each other “You're welcome My honey.”
 
“You're welcome My honey.”

Five little words, but they tell me all I need to know.

The urgency has gone, the passion has peaked, the hunger sated and yet it is in the aftermath of our lovemaking that the realisation of its impact, its significance is reinforced.

His arms hold me, their strength and protection tell me more than words that I am safe. My head nestles against him, the pace of his heart matching my own as it beats steadily, our breaths slowly returning to normal and then slowing in relaxation as we melt one against the other. Legs entwine, my hand reaches to enmesh in his chest and toy idly and time stands still.

Everything between us is instinctive. Our actions as well as words affirm that this hasn't been the climax of a growing relationship, but rather that it is a beginning; a new dynamic, a new way of 'being', of what it means to be 'us' ...
 
She rolled into his arms as their bodies shifted, nestling herself into his body. Her head upon him, her fingers woven into the hair on his chest, gently tugging as her fingers reflexively caress and hold him. His arm held her close, hand upon her head as they lay quietly, basking in the afterglow.

He could feel their breathing synchronize and their heartbeats settle as one. Both relaxed and settled in the arms of each other. Though the heat of the moment had passed, the meaning had not. This was new, exciting, special and more than that, real. The beginning of something very unique, however trying to find a single word to define that was meaningless. The best he could come up with was ‘us,’ but that simple word summed it up perfectly.
 
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