She lay contentedly with the warmth of the mattress pushing into her breasts. His body sandwiched her between Him and the bed. She didn't mind. She found the weight of Him comforting, loving, arousing. He kissed Her cheek and she smiled a contented cat kind of smile. He whispered 'I love you' and she knew it was true. She wasn't quite sure what to say back, I love you seemed to small to express what she felt, but it also seemed to be the only words she had.

She opened her mouth but He hushed her.
'I can feel it,' He said and she almost burst with joy. 'You just keep getting more beautiful.'

She remembered the first time He had said it to her. She had smiled at Him and told Him there were a lot of beautiful women in the world. He had chuckled and told her she wasn't listening properly.

'You aren't just beautiful you are beautiful in every way. I love everything about you.'
She had cried then, much as she was crying now. Sometimes He managed to overfill her with love.

'God,' He whispered. 'I love being inside you like this.' He kissed her cheek and her neck and she tightened her muscles around His cock.
'Christ, if you keep doing that you will make me come again.' He groaned.

She tightened and she tightened and she did it again. He put His mouth over her neck and He sucked and bit. She wriggled, just a little. Just enough. His body stiffened and His breath caught in His throat as His cock spurted His semen inside her.

She stayed beneath Him, barely breathing, trying to take in all the sensations that filled her at once. The way His cock throbbed. The way His muscles stiffened and relaxed. The raggedness of His breath. The noises that escaped Him. The gentle but urgent rocking of His hips. The softness of their love.

A curl of her hair lay against her cheek, displaced by the effort of their lovemaking. He lifted it gently with His fingers and tucked it behind her ear and kissed her once again.
'You are just so beautiful,' He said.

There are times when Mac doesn't just touch my heart, He reaches right inside me and touches my very soul. I told Him He does this and He shrugged arrogantly.

'So?' He said. 'It's mine to touch.'

Sometimes I wonder if He knows how right He truly is.