Closure

As an alpha submissive I tend to lose sight of the bigger picture when I entertain myself with thoughts of him, all over me. To be stripped of my business attire to the sheer softness of lace and hosiery, leaves me aching for his touch whilst he inscribes his love upon my flesh.
 
The pleasure is captured in the way he hurts me so good.
 
Pinned beneath his frame as he forces his rock hard stubbornness into my tight wet juicy whole and we're both brimming with want & need to be entirely immersed in the moment as he pinches and pulls upon my nipples, eliciting those abrupt gasps and sighs as he stretches me wide, and buries himself in the depths of my whole entire being.
 
I can't escape the desire to taste his kiss, and suck his lips as he drills me deeper whilst kissing me harder and deepeer to feel the depth of his need until I'm face down arse up, with my hips slightly tilted so he can watch the way he fits perfectly within my gripping velvet loveliness until I'm gushing all over him whilst humming canticles upon his flesh.
 
However, I'm rendered speechless at his lack of response to my assertiveness, and I'm convinced he thinks I want something less than the man he's become as I nestle into him, seeking nourishment from his mind, body and soul as I plant kisses upon his sacred mouth whilst sharing his breath until he leaves me, breathless.  
 
Closure, is a good thing.