The way he touches her, stirs her within.
His touch, even when gentle and light, penetrating beyond the simple surface of her skin.
The feeling of a loving hand placed softly on her cheek as he stares into her eyes.
The rugged power felt when he assertively grips her throat so firmly.
The way she feels so helpless when he grips her with both hands, effortlessly manhandling her and manipulating her body into positions to use for his own personal use.
The force that transfers when he grabs the back of her head and feeds her throat onto his cock.
The measured control found in the power of a perfectly placed slap that delivers her both pleasure and pain.
The way her cunt comes alive as his fingers trail upwards along her inner thigh.
The pleasure she gains from the discomfort of his fingers invading, penetrating and stretching her tight little asshole.
The squeal that emits from her as his fingers grip a nipple, twisting, squeezing and controlling her.
The way she needs to suck and worship his fingers so fervently as he slides them into her mouth and begins to force them into her throat.
The emotional safety she feels when he detects she is off centre and holds his arms out to her and she moves into him as he envelopes her in his big, strong capable arms.
The feeling of possessive ownership that occurs when they walk in public and his hand reaches across to playfully tap her ass cheek in a way that silently says she belongs to me, to all that witness and see.
The way his fingers run tenderly through her hair when they lay and cuddle in the small hours of the night.
The eroticism of his fingertips running along her back as he pulls her in close and caresses her ever so gently.
That touch can be offered in so many different ways, but the delivery of his touch embeds itself in her bones, her soul and her entirety…
