I want you to smother me. 

Unzip my dress and let it slide off my frame. Gasp in disbelief when you realize I’ve been naked underneath it all night. 

The kind conversationalist I’ve been talking and laughing with over the most mundane and lighthearted topics all night?  The man who asked about my day and wanted to hear my honest response? The whiskey connoisseur who’s cracked open a new bourbon just to share with me, talking me through what that meaty tongue of his tastes with each sip?

Remind me right now, in no uncertain terms, that he is taking a back seat, while his feral animal body comes out to play. Let me know that this version of you, the hungry one, will not stop until he’s conquered his prey. 

Make me realize the rules are different right now. This is solely about you, and what you want.

Push me back on to the bed. Grab my legs and shove me all the way on, sliding me back until my head hits the pillows. Lift my legs up and give me a good smack on the ass for giggling with glee. 

Tell me, in that deep baritone voice of yours that melts me like a candle, that you don’t see what’s so funny. 

Whisper to me that you’re going to take me. That I belong to you now. 

With one of your very big and very capable hands, pin  my wrists above my head. Stretch me out, long. Let the other hand find my folds and use your thick, hard finger to feel just how how slick with desire and need and want I am.

Ignore my pleas to give me your cock. 

Ignore me begging you to please put your sturdy fingers inside my hole. 

Pretend you don’t care that I’m angling my sex all over your hand, trying greedily to get any part of you inside me, right now.

Bite my neck, make me gasp out loud, kiss your way down to my nipples, and bite them, too. Harder than usual, pushing what you know are my limits. 

I love this version of you, too, you know. Just like I’ve loved every side of you that you’ve graciously shown me. 

Straddle my thighs. Dare me to grind against you, showing you my need.

When my grinding crosses over into attempts to flip you over on your back - all just a ploy to get that cock in my mouth, as you well know - smack me on the ass again. Harder. Remind me you’re in charge. Straight up tell me “no” in that voice of yours that’s dripping with honey and bass and sex.  

The hand that was playing with my cunt? Wrap it around my neck. Demand I look you in the eyes. Tell me I’m there only to be used, and that I’m your fuck toy, to play with as you wish. 

You know, deep down, not only do I love what’s happening right now, I crave it. That I’ve wanted this kind of night for a while. And that you are the only person I trust to give it to me.  

Let go of my wrists, and grab a fistful of my hair. Tilt my head up to meet yours as you enter me, quickly, separating my folds, delving deep inside my warm, wet cunt. 

You’ll have to push hard to really get inside my tight little hole, because I’m squeezing it shut for you. My only act of resistance, right now, is this. But once you do shove past the entrance, in one perfect thrust, you stretch and fill me all the way to the hilt. 

Make me feel every vein, every atom, every ridge of you. 

I hope you appreciate my gasp, my deep inhale, as my insides mold to fit your rod. I hope you feel my juices flowing all the way down your balls. 

Grab on to my meaty hips, and tilt them up to meet you, too. As you reposition both legs between my own, enjoy the sensation of plowing deeper, still, as I hoist my legs over your shoulders, toes touching back and gently tickling the headboard. 

Fold me in half and bend me like a pretzel. Sink deeper into me. 

I hope you see on my face that I could do this all night, hear in my ragged breathing that my desperation for you only grows more intense with each stroke.

In one quick movement, release my legs from your shoulders, and start over in full missionary. Slide your body up and down mine as I hold on to your arms for dear life, moaning into your ear, scratching your shoulders.

Smother me, bear down all your weight on my small frame, make it hard for me to breathe.

Cover me like you’re caught somewhere between trying to protect me, and claim me. 

Meanwhile, I’ll soak it all in. My tits being tickled by your chest hair. My mouth searching out your full lips behind your beard.  My hands grabbing your ass and pulling you inside me.  My fingers tracing the outline of your triceps, grabbing your neck, sliding down the middle of your back. 

The friction of our bodies keeping me wet and ready. 

With an unrecognizable look on your face - is it frustration? Anger? Or just sheer passion you are comfortable enough to unleash on me? - and with an urgency I’ve not felt from you before, use your strength to flip me on my stomach. 

Smother me from behind. Lay down flat on top of me, gliding your cock up and down in long strokes between the cheeks of my ass, down to my cunt, and back again. Pull my hair to the side and nibble on my earlobes. Bite down on the gentle, sensitive junction between my neck and my shoulders. 

With my ass on full display for you, smack it again, just to hear me scream. 

The forcefulness of your thrusts, speeding up with every few seconds, generates an insatiable lust in me. Coupled with my inability to move under your weight, with two of my holes filled and stretched so tight, I’m rendered helpless. A little kitten, completely at your mercy. 

I can’t help but come for you, involuntarily releasing the pent up energy I have, riding the waves of my own orgasm, relishing the bliss you give me. 

I know you’re getting close, because you prop yourself up on your hands, allowing more leverage. You want to see my ass jiggle and writhe back against you. You want to watch your cock, glistening with my juices, effortlessly and rhythmically slide in and out.

When you’re ready to come, in those moments right before you lose control, I hope you feel so powerful. Lay claim to me and my body. Take me. All of me. I’m yours, after all. Keep coming until you feel me come again, triggered by the subtle feeling of the head of your cock growing and stretching me out some more, the delicious sensation of every throb and pulse hitting every wall of my cunt, the feel of your cum releasing deep inside me. 

When you’re done? Collapse back down on me. Plant a hundred tiny kisses all over my shoulders and neck and back. Stroke my arms, trace long lines up and down my ribcage. Whisper you love me. 

And smother me with everything you have.