You are Mine!

Let’s go into the future.

Girl, when I first saw you I had a huge crush on you. And you know what? I believe it was God’s blessing that we ended up in the same program and class at college. I liked you, then I loved you, then I wanted you… maybe not in that exact order, but they are all true now.

I knew many guys were after you, but I never gave up hope that you would be mine. I prayed that I would be the lucky guy who ended up with you. And now it’s true, we are bound together in holy matrimony.

Making love with you is on my mind a lot. You are such a sweetheart, but I can’t stop myself thinking about your body. Should I be sorry for that? Your breasts, I just love them and your cute little ass. They – you – are all mine. And I really don’t think you mind that you turn me on to no end.

I prayed and believed that you would one day be mine. It’s a blessing from the Almighty that we have become one flesh. Sharing each other’s virginity on our honeymoon felt so good. We were both so glad that we waited. Yes, it’s worth it to wait. Thank God that he gave us strength to resist our urges and give each other the gift of our virginity on our wedding night. It was the best gift we could give each other.

Yes, you are beautiful and you have an amazing body. But I love you girl. I Iove your pure soul and kind heart. Many guys chased you. You were very tough to win.  At first I held back about my feelings for you. I worried what other people would think if I gave you special attention. I’m not usually the kind of guy who offers to help a classmate with her studies, but with you it came naturally. I wanted to take my time and get to know you better. And, yeah, you have a gorgeous body. But I knew I would never try to have you until you gave yourself to me as my wife.

You are the only girl I have ever cared for and wanted to be with. I felt and trusted that we were meant to be. The way the other guys maneuvered to be around you all the time made me feel a little jealous sometimes. But it was fine. None of that matters now because you belong to me.

“Morning, love.” After taking your bath, you come into the bedroom and slip into your bra. I bathed earlier and am lazing about, reading a novel. Holiday time!

You look stunning. I lose myself in your beauty. Before you can hide yourself behind another garment, I take you into my arms and confess my love again. (Who wants to celebrate only one honeymoon? With you I want it again and again.)

I gaze into your eyes and kiss your luscious lips. Passionate love tightens like a fist in my loins. I whisper in your ear, “Honey, you look so yummy. I want you, baby. I want my sweet.”

You smile and tease me. “Seems like someone is hungry and needs his breakfast.”

“Gladly! Yes.” I love your breasts so much, even hidden from my sight as they are now. I can’t wait any longer. I unclasp the brassiere and begin to work your boobs. Sucking them. Caressing them.

“Ohh, that feels so good,” you say.

I make my way lower and kneel before you. Your hot pussy looks beautiful. I give special attention to your clit, circling and flicking with my tongue. (Thanks for the tips, MH.)

You moan with pleasure as I start to finger you and continue to lick. Your orgasm nears….

“yyyyYYYYes!”

I taste your sweetness. “Girl, you are delicious. Hope I get some more.”

You give me a naughty look, one meant only for the blessed man who possesses you, body, heart, and soul.

How I want you.

You issue the command, “Enter me.”

Yeah, I love when you take charge. I obey with pleasure. Easing you back onto the bed I kneel between your bent knees, lowering my lips again to yours. I love missionary position. It lets me kiss you and play with your boobs while making love. I press into your tight, dripping wet entrance.

Ohhh, it feels so good. I just want to stay there and enjoy the moment. But it is too difficult to hold back in that position. I have to explore every inch of you.

So I withdraw and push in again, a little deeper this time. My tongue explores the cavern of your mouth. You breast fills my palm. Stroke by stroke, with each thrust I penetrate further until I am fully inside of you.

The excitement is too much for me. I know that I am going to explode soon.

“Are you ready?” I whisper.

“Yes,” you breathe against my lips. “I want you, honey. Explore me deeper.”

And I begin to thrust hard. After only a few strokes, I free myself in your depths. You let loose as well, and I am overwhelmed by sensation. Waves of pleasure flow back and forth between us.

We lie there, gasping. As we come back to ourselves, just before we go to shower, you whisper to me, “Tonight I am going to fuck you!”

“Ohhh, I can’t wait, dear.”

“Aaaand… I don’t think I’ll need to wear any panties today.”

Yeah! I love it.

Later that night:

You lie before me luxuriating in your last orgasm. I am still recovering from the exuberant love making session we just enjoyed! You hug me and we gaze at each other with huge smiles. I squeeze you again, tightly.

“Girl, I love you so much. I love you. You are mine.”

I look up and pray to God, “Thank you for giving me this precious girl in my life.”

You look so sexy and hot. I can’t get enough of you. Though you took me wildly only moments ago, still I desire more. This is not lust. I just want to feel your love. It’s the way you show me that you are mine, that your body is no longer yours alone. It belongs to me just as mine belongs to you.

You are mine and I am yours, just as God said it should be.