Sitting on the bed, I wait for her to come out of the closest. My mind is churning, anticipation building up within me. I can't wait to see what surprise she has in store for me.

I jerk to attention as I hear the click of the door's latch. As she saunters into the room proper, a vision of lust incarnate, my breath abandons me.

Long blonde hair, curled and twisted, more than hinting at sex. Mint green eyes casting a seductive gaze upon me. Rubenesque body encased in an alluring netted body stocking, leaving nothing to the imagination.

As she struts towards me, I also see the fear and shyness lurking in her eyes, mingling with that soul-smoldering gaze. It concerns me to some extent. However, by the time the night is over, I shall make sure that those feelings are gone.

She reaches me, putting one hand on my chest. She gently pushes me onto my back and straddles my waist. Sitting high above me, I can't help but be enthralled by her beauty as I slide my hands onto her hips.

She leans down and brushes her lips along mine, barely a peck, but enough to finally shock the breath back into me. My hands slide up her back, pulling her into me as I deepen the kiss, teasing her with my tongue. I feel the wet heat of her core as it rests along my rigid shaft.

I start to caress her body making her moan into my mouth. She starts to move her hips back and forth, sliding that most sensitive part of her along the physical manifestation of my desire for her. My lips, my tongue, my teeth, start to blaze a trail along the side of her jaw, down her neck, marking her pale flesh.

She leans up some, allowing me to capture a nipple with my teeth. Gently biting it, I flick the hard nub with the tip of my tongue. She moans, pulling my head closer to her heart with both hands, urging me on. My hands come to rest on her ass, squeezing and groping, manipulating the tender flesh, ever louder moans and groans slipping from her mouth.

My right hand draws back, eliciting a groan of disapproval, before suddenly crashing back, turning her pale buttocks bright red as a spine-tingling jolt of pleasurable pain ripples through her. She growls, leaning back down and capturing my lips with hers, the kiss violent and deep, urging me to strike again.

I comply, my hand striking her orbs over and over again, ensuring soreness that will last for days. When she absolutely cannot take anymore, she pushes my wrists back into the bed and lifts her hips up. I feel the tip of my turgid manhood probing at the gates to her soaked flower before she slams her hips down, engulfing me with one savage stroke as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

As she pauses for a moment to get acclimated to having me inside of her, I decide that she will not be allowed to rest. Breaking her hold on my wrists, I reach around to grasp her ass, digging my fingers into tender, red flesh. I lift her up and slam her back down, drawing a high-pitched moan from her throat. She asks me to stop, tells me it's too much, but I know she can take more.

I repeatedly move her about, making her sigh and moan and give off little screams as I hit her sweet spot. She asks me if she can cum, but I tell her to hold out just a little bit longer. Too late, it seems, as she crashes over the edge, her whole body quivering and shaking from the force of her release.

She tries to retreat, to escape so that she may recuperate, but I will not let her. As she tries to pull away, I flip over, pinning her on her back, holding down her wrists with my hands. She can't speak, caught up as she is in the tide of pleasure crashing throughout her body.

I lean down and kiss her, dragging her bottom lip through my teeth, as I make hard, violent love with her. Thrusting hard and slow, making sure she feels every inch of my desire as it invades her over and over.

Her moans speed up, intensify, until no sound escapes her lips. I can tell that she is close to bursting again.

I speed up my thrusts, determined to mark her, to claim her as mine.

I hit the apex moment, the blood boiling in my veins as I lean down and whisper in her ear, "You are mine, and I am yours."

I bite down hard on her shoulder as I release my seed deep inside of her, marking her, claiming her, setting off her own release. I feel the exquisite agony as she bites down on mine, marking me, claiming me.

I roll off, laying there, pulling her to my side and holding her as she comes down from her high.

Some minutes later, when she has fully returned, I look down at her eyes. The fear and shyness, the dreaded nervousness is gone, replaced by contentment.

Placing a gentle kiss on her brow, I say the words I know she loves to hear.

"I love you, darling."