Showered and left quaking on the bed of our love, watching him as he powers through the morning. Weakened by him and his hunger, I ache to return to sleep. 

I am only human, a woman, stronger than most. Yet each orgasm he gave me felt a lesson he was trying to teach me. A reminder maybe of his love, of being his, not sure, but there’s was definitely a message he was conveying in my core. 

My neck is tender at the touch, my breasts swollen with his teeth marks. My legs returning to natural bend. I watch him, fully dressed, showered, hyped with energetic pounce, and curiously wonder how. He came twice. The first down my throat, the second across my spine, slapping my ass while repeating “mine”. 

I came at least four times, once quickly I sprayed his torso, second as he rode my ass like a gluttonous man starved, third as his fingers penetrated my pussy still using my ass to induce our pleasure, and again after he was finished, and laid his lips down sucking my clit, and tasting me in appreciation. 

I look stunned at him, I barely remember waking, or showering and there he is ready to fuck me again… dear lord have mercy, he is yummy.