Blue on Black

He sits across from me with those piercing blue eyes that make me melt, toying with the hem of my lace skirt as he tells me how much he’s missed me before placing his hand upon my collarbone and planting a kiss upon my lips that draws upon my breath, deep & hard, and the scent of him alone makes me drip as flashbacks invade my thoughts of being pinned underneath the weight of him; face down arse up as we oft were.  

And by the time he slides his hand beneath skirt, and further up my thighs, my cunt aches and he knows the power he has to make me weak in the knees as he uses his senses to mesh into mine, and he finds my aroused swollen bud, encircling it with his skilful fingers until I’m on the edge of quivering and trembling whilst kissing me hard & deep again before plunging into me as I cum all over his fingers, and my speech is somewhat inaudible by the time he bends me over the chair, and takes what his whilst we’re both still fully clothed.  
 
The way he fucks me violently, and ferociously; hard and deep, is literally breathtaking, and there’s no lie in this mans fire for his love & desire for me as it is ceremoniously undeniable, and we spend the next 4 hours catching up on lost time as he fills me to the brim with his seed, time & time again from the floor, to the wall to the shower and kitchen bench before he pulls me closer to him, and we lie nestled into one another; forehead to forehead and breath to breath.  
 
His vicious but tender love is the balm to my heart & soul.