And I Will Be Yours

Lay me on my back on the bed, floor, tabletop, or grass and then lay me. Stretch out on top of me, like you’re doing pushups, hovering over me supported on the heels of your hands and on your toes, our only connections being the flesh of the underside of my knees brushing on your shoulders as I keep my legs elevated, straight, trapped on your shoulders and my pelvis rolled up and your hard cock inside me, deep, throbbing but not moving, my claws clutching your biceps, opening and closing to the slow-motion beat of the throbbing of your motionless cock, the rhythm of my pants, and the beating of our hearts.

Remain there for seven minutes like that, your body rigid, unmoving, your eyes focused on mine as you watch me melt to you and feel the muscles of my passage walls ripple over your shaft. When I tear my gaze away from yours, my pupils have gone opaque; I am moaning in a low, sustained tone; and I roll my head up, lifting my chin and exposing my throat to you, tell me what you want, whatever you want from me. You will have it. If you want to turn into a vampire and sink your teeth into my throat, I am yours for the taking. I will lay there, docilely, moaning low as my blood pumps out of me and into you but your shaft stays hard, unyielding inside me. If you want to plunge up into my gut then, do so. If you want to shred my passage walls with your cruelty, do so. I will be totally open to you, vulnerable. I will have gone soft and spongy, deep at the center, for you. Do what you will with me. We have been one. We are one.

Having granted me those moments of total, controlled merger and commitment, do whatever you wish of me. You will have freed me to be your slave. I am soft, yielding at the center. Take your pleasure of me. Give me pleasure too, or not. Whatever is your pleasure. Start to pump me in long, slow slides, withdrawing entirely to hear my groan at the loss of you. Then plunge to the depths, punishing me deep. Withdraw and plunge. Then again . . . and again, building up speed, and I will give you all the writhing under you, counterthrusting, and cries of passion that you can handle.