You’re Mine
by wildfire8470

I'm standing in the shower, soapy hands in my hair, absentmindedly working the lather as I think of all that we've shared. Your words echo through my mind as I lean back against the wall. "You're mine!" Reaching to finger my clit as I remember your face, only inches from mine, and your breath against my skin, "You're mine! Only mine," and I know that I am, that it's all I ever want to be, as I press one finger into my tight, hot pussy, already longing for you in ways that I've never desired for another, and I wonder about tonight, about the future, about what will become of me, about how and where you will touch me.

Closing my eyes, I run my fingers from shoulder to breast, imagining your hands on me, fingers grazing my nipples and sliding down my abdomen, always your voice in my head, "You're mine," and I know that I am, but I will never admit it, and I wonder how long I'll crave you as I slip two fingers into my aching wetness, imagining your long, hard cock slamming into me as my breath comes harder and faster, stroking my clit harder and harder, letting the hot water pummel me as I picture you driving your tongue into me, licking and laving me there, driving me into white hot need as whimpers escape and I give in to this passionate assault.

I tremble with desire, tears stinging my eyes, threatening to give way to the ocean behind my eyelids, knowing that my soul is not my own anymore, that this heat and desire is all about you, always you, "You're mine! Mine! Only mine," and I cannot protest. I cannot, will not, refuse you anything, knowing that you possess me now, that you own my secretive thoughts and traitorous body, still knowing that there is nothing I'll deny you. "You're mine," and my only reply can be "Yes love. Yes. I'm yours, all yours, only yours."

Feeling you penetrate me, your cock driving into me, so hot and so, so hard, as my wanting pussy explodes, and I let the tears fall, finally admitting it, if only to myself, and praying that you never test me, never find out just how much power you have, as I let my breathing slow. Picturing your strong arms pinning me to your chest, locked into your embrace and I know, and I know, I am yours, as I rinse the soap from my body with the last of the hot water.

Wrapping a towel around me, I make my way into the bedroom and open the closet to pull all my work clothes aside, working my way to the back where I stashed all my "sexy clothes," still hearing your voice in my ears. "You're mine," so I pull back the dresses meant for office parties, to find the short, skimpy dress that I bought just to wear for you, the one that remained hidden until now.

Fingers trembling, I pull the dress from the hanger and hold it up to me in the mirror, rolling my eyes at the slit that is almost all the way up to there and wondering why I dared to buy such a skimpy outfit. Then taking a seat on the bed, I lay the dress beside me to lay out stockings, garters and five inch stilettos, and then quickly pull the blankets over me as I lay back on my pillows, holding one against me, imagining your hard frame on top of me, feeling the weight of you holding me down. Kissing you deeply, passionately, arching to press my body to yours, needing you with a fierce intensity as I slide my fingers between my thighs, imagining you holding me down, pinning me hard against the mattress, as you press the head of your hot, hard cock into my tight, wet, little cunt. Your hands, so much larger than mine, cupping my breasts as I drive my fingers into your hair and you take my hard nipples between your lips, while I close my heavy eyelids and surrender to this sweet agony.

I always hear you tell me, over and over again, "You're mine! Only mine!" I push two fingers into my moist, hot cunt, fast and hard, imagining your thick, granite cock filling me, stealing my breath as your demanding lips claim mine. I remember how I fought you, fought for my very sanity and fought my own desires, squirming and writhing beneath you, fighting and pushing against you, but both your hands at each side of my face, not letting me turn away, and I was cursing your strength, until you kissed away the last of my fight.

Then you were stroking my hot, sensitive, little clit as I was grinding against you, letting you claim me in ways that no one ever has. Letting you bruise my lips, my neck, branding me your own. and I know, and I know, I am yours. I ache for you, skin burning for your touch, feeling my pussy clinging to your rock hard cock, driving into my hot wetness, pushing me past all of my limits, shoving me into white hot desire, burning with desirous need as I stroke my clit faster and harder. Picturing how you rubbed your cock against me there, grinding against me until I couldn't take it anymore, had to have you inside me, as I reached between our bodies, finding just enough space to take you with both hands and plunge you into my pussy.

I feel the intensity of your rock hard need and I let the tension build, unbearable flaming want. I need your delicious completion, forcing my fingers into my aching, wet pussy, again and again, harder and faster, I ache to feel your broad, firm, frame crushed to me, your lips on mine, kissing me deeply, fingers stroking faster and harder until my pussy erupts, throbbing hard around my fingers, and I can almost feel your full, firm hardness pulsing inside of me, almost, and I know, and I know, and I whisper it aloud as if to dispel this demon, "I'm yours. Do with me what you will," and it echoes in my ears as my breathing finally slows, still hearing you, over and over, "You are mine!" "Mine! Only mine," until I come down from my all consuming climax... opening my eyes into the darkness, where I can still imagine you here.....

The End