"It’s mine, you see," he smiled. He watched at first, as if inspecting his catch, and his eyes made me shiver as if they were trailing ice cubes down my spine.
Eventually his eyes had covered every part of me and soon his hands did more. my arms shook from the effort of hanging on and my legs trembled trying to stay still.
Fingers grabbed hold, plying my flesh this way and that and i felt smaller than ever. His hands consumed me, explored and claimed, eventually finding nothing but heat and waiting swollen flesh.
Kneeling still, he blew cold breath between my thighs and i whimpered at the sensation. Kneeling still, he made me worship, beg and plead.
"All mine, you see," he smiled and soon his hands and mouth and tongue and teeth and everything else made sure i wouldn’t forget. Couldn’t keep still, except he left me no choice.
"Now, dance," he said, moving once more. And i flew.
©words: cat / be-pleasing-always
photography: Oleg V. Semenets [please leave image credit intact]