art-of-domination:

She never left the bedroom that Sunday.  From the minute she woke up, he was  on her, his hands, exploring every inch of her.  His lips caressing her.  His tongue dancing across her naked body.  That day she felt it all.  She felt his strength and his power.  His roughness.  His body against her.  His power.  But she also felt his tenderness.  His desire for her.  His complete rapture for all of her.  

He kept her naked all day, making sure that he had her every which way before he was done.  Enjoying her.  All the wonderful corners and secrets of her body that only he knew.  He made sure that by the time he finished, she was completely spent, satisfied and exhausted.  As she curled up in bed against him that night, her body aching with delight, she looked at him, her eyes wide with lust.  “Can we do that again next Sunday?”  He smiled back at her, a seductive, sly smile.  He nodded his head ever so slowly, not saying a word.