Our relationship was beautiful as it stood. Tender caresses, passionate kisses, and often reddened and bruised cheeks and thighs. I submitted to him in nearly every way. My body was his play thing, my heart his to hold. He is wonderful and just and aggressive in his nurturing of both love and dominance.

So how was it that we felt the need for more? There is no answer and though we fought it, desire won out. I woke up at 5 AM on a day full of chores and running. My stirring must have woke him from his rest. As he always does, he reached out and caressed my body. Not a moment of our time in bed is spent without physical contact. I always feel loved and protected and wanted when I am near him. I rolled onto my back and he kissed my cheek. He asked me what I was doing awake and I snuggled closer to him, explaining that I just woke up.

He smiled and began kissing and biting my neck. I purred and squirmed a bit. He wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me still. I both hate the restriction and embrace it at the same time. He often holds me still during orgasm, overpowering my own body's reactions and making the waves of pleasure that much more intense. He exhibits his control over me and my body and it is both scary and extremely exciting. He continued to nibble on my flesh, moving his arm from my waist and slipping it his hand between my thighs. As usually happens, my body betrayed me. My thighs parted, inviting his touch. He pinched the tender flesh of my inner thighs roughly, leaving a trail of bluish bruises in his wake and causing me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I whimpered when he stopped and he bit down on my neck, my cries exciting him even more.

Things shifted quickly from there, his hand between my parted thighs and parting the wet lips there. He quickly found my most sensitive spot and began stroking it roughly. I nearly begged him to stop, the rough treatment proving to be too much. He took my left nipple in his mouth and began sucking it, swirling his tongue around the swelling nub. The roughness of his fingers began to excite me, my hips moving against his touch. He began caressing my clit harder and faster, his breathing heavy and sweat forming on his brow. He bit down on my nipple as my orgasm began. I cried out and continued to do so for several minutes through my orgasm.

I reached down, pulling his hand away, my button very swollen and incredibly sore. In a playful voice he ask if I'd had enough. He slid his pulsing cock against my hip and I reached down to stroke it as he moved his hips. Normally this is about as far as our sexual contact goes. His excitement continued, and I was enjoying our contact immensely. Suddenly he moved his hips over so that they hovered between my parted thighs. I did not protest as he slid himself slowly into me. Instead I wrapped my legs around his waist. He made sweetly gentle thrusts and I closed my eyes, afraid to look into his face. I was afraid to see what was there in his eyes. He continued for a long time, the steady rhythm pleasant and relaxing. Finally I sucked in my breath and opened my eyes. What I saw in his face was not just lust, but love. I don't ever recall seeing that look in a lover's eyes before. Tears welled up in my own eyes and I was thankful for the darkness in the room. I was afraid he would mistake the tears for a bad thing.

He slid my legs away from his waist and towards the pillows so that his face was close enough to mine to kiss me. After a very passionate kiss, he mouthed the words "I Love You" and I thought I would melt. No matter how many times he had said it before, it was never more important than that moment. He raised up and began thrusting with more purpose, his manhood hitting my G spot with incredible accuracy. I began to get past the emotions and sink into the passion. We began making love like wild animals. We switched positions every few minutes, continuing for hours. When he returned us to the original position for the final time, he whispered that he was going to cum inside me. I got a chill of excitement from him saying that out loud. He rocked his hips hard and fast against mine and I moaned loudly in tempo.

As he lay on top of me, his damp chest pressed against my breasts, I stroked his face and hair gently and took a brief dip in his pale blue eyes. After several minutes he slid to my side and then to his feet. He helped me up and pulled me tightly against him. We stood there, my head on his shoulder for a few moments, the closeness we were sharing intense and wonderful. He then led me to the shower. He washed my skin and hair, kissing my wet skin and continuing the love making in a way that pleased me a great deal. After we stepped from the shower, he dried me off and then himself. He turned on some beautiful music and we stood there dancing in the afterglow, our naked bodies touching. He hummed in my ear and I smiled as we swayed to the melody floating from the speakers and filling the room.

He asked "Where do we go from here?" I looked him in the eyes and said "breakfast." He smiled at me and we got dressed to began our day, and the rest of our lives together.