You need to know what you are asking for

He rose from the bed, and stood, towering over me.

“I want you to know what you are asking for, Chrys.” He gently caressed my face, “When I start, I'm never going to stop until we both are satisfied. I don't have a safe word. Though I doubt you will ever need it.”

I swallowed at his words.

Though it made me feel a bit jittery, I couldn't help the feeling of dread that went through me when I thought of the pain he must be speaking of.

“Do I have your consent?” He smirked, knowing I was willing enough to give him my consent.

“Just touch me," I balled my hand into fists, and tightly closed my eyes, eager to feel his hand on my body.

“Good," he turned and pushed me to the bed, making me bounce a bit on it.

I righted myself on the bed, so he was facing him, with my legs widened enough for him to see just how aroused I was.

“Cute," he fastened his eyes on my pussy. He licked his lips as if he were savouring the taste, which he's yet to have.

“What are you still doing?” I asked in a str