by Shara Azod
“So long, Surri,” Dominic grunted, never pausing his complete possession of her. “I’ve waited so damn long for this. I’m never letting you go.”
"I know," she managed, her breath exploding from her body with every hard movement of his. "I'm not letting you go either."
There were no more words, only his grunts and growls, her pants and whimpers. With every stroke, he managed to plant himself deeper and deeper into her. She was certain he touched her soul. She reveled in it. He was right. She had waited so long for this there was no way she was ever giving it up.
All too soon, she felt his cock swelling inside her with his impending orgasm. Much as she wanted to do this in a bed, she was loath to let him escape her body. She wanted him inside her where she knew he belonged. With the increased friction inside her cunt, her own release hovered just out of reach.
"Ah!" Dominic gasped as he plunged into her. "Come with me, Surria! I need you to come with me!"
As if she'd been waiting for his command, her body exploded around him. Pinpricks of light dotted her vision as rapture overtook her. She embraced it. Him. She loved the way his body felt inside her, around her. His seed was warm as he exploded inside her and Surria welcomed the sensation. No matter what happened from this moment on, she knew she'd never be the same. She would always belong to Dominic, just as she had since she was an awkward thirteen year old venturing on her first kiss with her best friend. Some part of her had always been his.
He held her close while their breathing returned to normal, burying his face in her neck. Dominic didn't let her slide down his body to the ground, but rather held her tightly to him, as if he were afraid she would bolt if he released her. It was just as well. Surria wasn't altogether sure she could stand on her own. She kissed his temple and cheek as her heart slowed down. Being in his arms was just right. Like a home coming after too long on the road.
Finally, reluctantly, Dominic let her go. He still steadied her with his big hands, but he allowed her body to drift away from him. Straightening his clothes as she did hers, he looked at her, his smoky gray eyes all intense and possessive.
"Let's go home, Surria." There wasn't a sliver of doubt in his voice she'd come with him. He was as he always was; utterly confident. He knew her better than anyone else, knew she'd come with him.
"It's where I belong," she said, looking into his eyes, smiling. "Take me home and never let me go."
