Mark you as mine

The room smelled of pleasure, sweat and exhaustion and two bodies were lying on the bed tangled together.

Her leg was wrapped around him and his dick was still in her, facing each other they were enjoying the warmth of their bodies.

They had just ended a passionate session of sex and when exhaustion called, they welcomed it with
open hands and slept satisfied together.

She shifted a bit and opened her eyes, looking straight at his face, so peaceful and calm. She smiled at his sleeping figure and blushed when the images of them just moments flashed in her head.

She saw herself sitting on her legs, one hand tied and another stroking his hard member; her mouth filled with his cock and her eyes pooled with desire looking straight in his eyes pooled with utmost pleasure. She felt powerful and sexy when she saw the look of divine pleasure his face held.

She saw herself bobbing her head, up and down, taking him as deep as she could. She was desperate to undone him and taste his power on her tongue. When he groaned, a deep sexy voice from his throat, she felt him release himself in her.

She giggled, now that she realised watching him coming undone, she was close to coming herself. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth, salty – just natural, it oozed of testosterone.

She felt the sticky, dried white liquid on her breasts, her chin, cheek and her stomach and smiled how he came – on her, for her and just because of her. Ejaculation might not always work to protect themselves in those of passion from STDs and unannounced babies, but she was relieved he managed just in time.

The slight pain in her head reminded of the way he positioned her, on all fours and head pulled behind by her beautiful hair. He brought her lips on his and didn’t leave them until he claimed a different position.

He kissed her deeply, and gave deep thrusts; touched all the right places – in her heart and vagina, she could still feel the tingles for after affects.

She carefully untangled herself and managed to free herself from the weight of his arm. She walked
downstairs to a house dipped in golden shadows. It was time for sunset where even a punch was beautiful and epitome of romance.

She filled a glass of water and took a sip, but spluttered back immediately when images of them naked, dipped in merciless lust crashed in her mind. She was standing on a leg, the other raised high in his hands, and her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt his savage thrusts in her honeypot, his muscles moving with the effort and sweat dripping as the result.

She remembered how she arched her back, and was only supported by his hand on her leg and cock in her. She forgot of anything and everything, her name and his, and reached the oblivion where she experienced the whole galaxy. She saw stars and heaven, hell and planets, sun and galaxies in a span of 30 seconds.

She felt light and free, and flew up in the sky. She still felt high when she crashed, for she was in the arms of this amazing man who was having his own release, sending bursts of cum on her breasts that rolled down to her stomach.

She closed her legs and tightened her muscles, because she knew, just knew if she continued this thought she’d drown in arousal as deep as the Indian Ocean.

Shaking her head, she drank the water and quenched her thirst; she didn’t want be thirsty for any other reason for she didn’t have the energy to quench a thirst for his cum, his cock and his lust.

She laughed at the irony of her life; the one who used to laugh at the female leads in novels who couldn’t continue after 3 rounds is also the one saying she’s sore after 3 rounds.
How funny that she used to say, “I can go on for the whole night” like where did the spirit go now, eh?

When the call of Mother Nature arrived, she ran upstairs to relieve the tension her tiny little uterus was holding for her. She sat down on the cubicle, still naked as the day she was born but far sexier than the day she was born.

Completing her business, she flushed and washed her hands, when she heard a loud cry, “NO”
She ran out and into the room, to see Vansh sitting on his bed, head bent down and hands in his hair.

“Vansh” she called softly.

He looked up with disappointment in his eye, but he gave a once over to her naked body and immediately smiled, relieved he said, “Oh Thank God”

“What’s wrong?” she asked and moved to sit beside him.

“Nothing! When I heard the flush, I thought you washed yourself off and you didn’t, I’m so glad” he
replied with a giddy smile.

“You were worried I would wash myself?” she asked, then added with a smirk “You wanted to join now, did you?”

“No” he replied flatly.

“Oh okay” she said, a little embarrassed. Didn’t he know that it’s basic manners to say yes even if he doesn’t really want to, at least on the first date? He is supposed to act interested, she thought to herself.

She got up and headed to the bathroom, when he shouted, “NO”

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked.

“Don’t go”

“I’m not going anywhere; I’m just taking a bath”

“That’s it. Don’t do it”

“What do you mean?” she scrunched her brows.

“Don’t bath”

“Huh?”

“Don’t bath. I don’t want you to wash me off of you” he said with a cute little frown on his face.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You see the sticky thing on your boobs, the round, beautiful, firm and pillowy soft boobs with sexy dark nipples that are all mine and taste ama…” he shook his head, and cleared off the haze of lust that formed in front of his eyes.

"These round, beautiful, firm and pillowy soft boobs with sexy dark nipple are not yours, they are mine"

"But you are mine, so they are mine too" he pouted.

“Anyway, don't distract me" he said chuckled pretending as he just said the joke of the century, and closing his eyes with his hands, he said “You see the sticky thing on your breasts, your chin and stomach, and anywhere else on your skin that’s my cum, my cum on you. It's the result of the delicious love-making we experienced. I don’t want you to wash it off.
I want you to be mine and that is my mark on you. It's the mark that mates us together, please don't wash it off. Let the mark stay a little longer, at least for tonight. Let me believe that you are mine"