We make love on the rooftop, amongst the stars as they shine for only us. Brilliant and brazenly lighting up the night sky. Our flesh cold with mixture of our body heat, and our souls frosting the air. His mouth collides with mine, tasting each other fevered with sultry passion. 

His cock slick with my cum, rocking and bucking into me with scorching need. 

His. – He tells me. I am his to fuck, to please, to use, to love endlessly. His – he keeps repeating. 

My mouth unable to keep up with anything other than moans. Moaning loudly with desperate aching pleasure. Wanton. Needing more than his seed to fill me, but his soul to salvage my own. Hunger and love, gripping and clawing at his flesh. Ravaging his mouth, biting into his neck, achingly hungry to be completely submerged in him. 

All of me open to him. The wind picks up, howling amongst the trees, my cries matching the wind, and his eyes glowing in the light. I gasp and close my eyes, feeling his seed shoot through me, open them with my breath still stolen to see a shooting star fly across the sky. And I make my wish, I make it and suck in a elongated breath filled with the scent of his neck…