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 I can feel you even now.  The softness of your lips on my neck, your beard
gentle but scratchy on my shoulders, your teeth biting first gently, then
hard and insistent at my shoulders.  I can taste the scotch on your breath,
a woody, dark flavor.  I can feel your hands on my breasts, your fingertips
teasing my nipples, pinching and pulling, focusing all my senses downward
until I become pinpoints of light and my breathing quickens to light
panting.  I can feel my heart beating faster, feel the goosebumps rise on
my arms and legs as you hold me in this place of raw sensation.  My hands
drift down your chest, feeling the coarse hair between my fingers, touching
you lightly, almost afraid of the power you hold over me.  When I'm with
you, alone like this, it becomes almost unbearable to separate myself from
you, but I do, long enough to undress and lie back on the bed, soft and
cool on my bare back and legs.  You lie next to me, reaching for me, and I
turn to face you, our lips already against each other, your tongue invading
my mouth, filling me with your taste.  I love how you kiss me, fiercely and
unapologetically, demanding that I give myself to you again.  There is no
question here.  I have no choice, not because of you, but because it's what
I choose.  I feel your hand move again down, caressing the outside of my
left breat, rubbing your thumb roughly across my hard nipple.  My hand
reaches below the sheet, rubbing softly your hardening cock, smooth and
reassuring.  You shift, and I'm overcome by the sweetness of your tongue on
my breast, circling my nipple gently.  I feel your teeth nibble once,
twice, and then I can't count anymore.  I hear a gasp escape me, but it
sounds distant compared to the blood rushing in my ears.  One hand is at my
other breast, teasing gently.  This is too beautiful, this feeling, and the
light in my head is so bright it's nearly blinding.  My eyes are closed,
but I feel you move your hand down, between my thighs, and I fear the
light, but I part my legs regardless.  When I'm with you I'm not afraid,
amazingly.  You begin rhythmically stroking me, one finger against my clit,
pulsing against me softly, painfully gently, and the blood leaves my ears
to flow to my center.  I'm dizzy, the room must be moving.  I feel one
finger slide toward the entrance to my pussy.  Please, I need this.  You
start gently, sliding in and out in time to the music in my head.  I'm
gasping, focused on the apex of desire and pleasure.  I feel the rising
tide, feel the orgasm coming like a train, rushing.  My groans become a
soft wail as it crashes into me, pushing me over the edge of discretion
into passion and joy.  You don't let up, pushing into me harder now, deeper
and faster.  Almost furiously.  The first wave of pleasure passes, and the
light is so bright.  I feel the second wave hit me without warning, your
thumb on my clit and now two fingers rushing madly in and out of my
wetness. I hear you groan, pleased by my quick, ready response, and it
pushes the second climax onto me with so much weight that I stop breathing
for a moment.  I can't.  It's as if the oxygen has been sucked right out of
the room.  This one lasts for what feels like days and I can breathe again
only once it begins to subside, my inner walls contracting against your
invading hand.  You have the best hands, skilled and tuned in to every
secret part of me.  I can't take the light anymore, it's so brilliant and I
am blind now.  I whisper for you to stop, but I hear you chuckle and
breathe "One more?".  I can't say no.  I have no words, so I just nod,
uncertain I can stand it, but you know how far to push me, know my limits
far better than I do.  You force your fingers into me harder, almost
painfully, as if daring me to refuse.  My voice is back and I am moaning
increasingly louder, fighting to be head against the freight train of
another orgasm.  I nearly scream when it hits, rolling over me
thunderously, turning the light to a burning sun, hot and impossible to
stare at.  You stroke inside me more gently now, allowing me to ride this
one out until I'm weak from it.  Your hand slides from between my legs and
you are back, kissing me fiercely, biting my lips.  Our tongues meet again,
mine dry from gasping for air.  I push gently against you, my turn now, and
you lie back, allowing me to kiss down your chest to your groin, where
you're so hard it's amazing and I am in awe at God's beautiful creation.  I
take you into my mouth, licking lightly but insistently.  I hear your
breath go in, sharp, and pull you farther into me.  My tongue is along the
underside of your dick, sliding you to the back of my throat once, twice.
You groan, and I am pleas to be able to be this for you.  Your fucktoy.  I
back off slowly, knowing you like to be teased just a little.  I move one
hand to stroke you gently as I lick your head.  As much as I'd love to
taste you, I need to feel you behind me, inside me.  I swallow you once
more, slowly, taking my time and enjoying the feel of your cock in my
mouth, marvelling at the thickness of it.  I stop, shifting to the side of
you on my hands and knees.  You get up, moving to kneel behind me.  I can
see the light, pulsing in wait for you to enter me.  You do, forcefully,
pushing so hard I fall onto my elbows.  Again a gasp escapes me.  You fill
me completely, leaving nothing to be desired.  I rock back against you,
hard.  This is no gentle love, it's pure fuck and I thrill at it.  The
blood rushes again to my head, and the light grows bright once more.  You
stay still inside me for a moment only, and I feel your hand in my hair. 
You pull, jerking my head back and bringing forth the goosebumps again. 
God I need this.  To be used, to be loved.  You begin fucking me, pulling
me by my hair against you, forcing me to fuck you back.  Your hips thrust
against me almost angrily, and I can feel another climax building.  Your
cock is deep inside me when it rages through me, drawing a near scream from
deep inside.  The light is again a furious sun, and my eyes are closed
tight.  I hear your growl begin, the throaty sound that means you're
coming, hard.  You push into me three more times, four, loud, and your hand
twists harder in my hair.  You stop, deep inside me, and I can feel the
spasms of your climax in my cunt, bringing ripples of afterglow from below
my surface.  I love the way you come.  It's frightening and exciting and
beautiful.  I love bringing that from you.  Your breathing slows and I feel
your fingertips soft on my back, trailing my spine.  Again the goosebumps.
You stay inside me for minutes that feel like hours, softening sweetly
before withdrawing painfully slowly.  You crash onto the bed next to me,
and I roll over against you, delighting in your warmth and your smell.  The
light is fading, but never goes out.  Where are you tonight, my beautiful
dragon?  I hope you sleep well.