Let her be

I could feel her upon me. The weight of her flesh and bones makes me less tense. She is nibbling on my neck in a circular motion. It is sending me into oblivion. Occasionally, she bites. Her freshly filed canines grasp various tissues. She gnaws like a dog on a bone. My toes curl. My nails sink into her hips. She moans and strokes me deep simultaneously. I try to muster a smile, but all I could do is grind my teeth then bite my upper lip in the process. Her heat burns.  I belch excitingly her name, then rendered speechless. I have no thoughts. She always wins. She loves control. I do not complain ever. I let her be.