like a gift [m/f] | 2016

I'm still shaking.

I've been seeing this girl for a week. Everything about her features is severe. Her eyes are nearly black, her skin is pale olive, and she has thick dark hair that messily drapes down her back. As far as conventional good looks go...she's only slightly attractive.

She knows herself so well. She knows what she is capable of. She doesn't laugh much. She doesn't wear makeup. My god, she is so knowing. To me, she is sex. Her name is Camille.

Camille and I have had dinner together for seven days. We talk about our emotional relationship with our surroundings. She asks me about my fears. I assume she has none. She makes me feel weak. I understand her dominance. I'm hard whenever I see her. She is not hiding, she is not lying, she is so raw.

We are on my couch on the seventh night. We are talking about our fear of career commitment. Camille has her hair tied into a tight bun. She unleashes it, letting her wavy hair fall, filling the room with the scent of lavender shampoo. I'm still talking. She's unbuttoning her shirt and looking into my eyes. Her face is blank. My cheeks go red. I don't know what to do with my hands. She is not wearing a bra. I ask her what she is doing, she is silent. She stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and pulls them down. She is wearing white cotton underwear. She takes them off too. Her pussy is unshaven. She is naked, I could orgasm now.

She pulls me to standing. She takes my shirt off. She gets on her knees and still, straight faced, unbuckles my belt and unzippers my pants. She pulls down my underwear and pants as one. She pushes me onto the couch again.

She stands there for a minute, looking into my eyes. I'm overwhelmed. Her nipples are dark and hard. Her body is clean.

Camille climbs onto me. She places her hands around my neck and her thumbs under my chin, lifting my head upwards. I feel her breathing in my skin. Gently, she kisses my neck. My blood pumps harder. Her saliva is scentless.

She looks at my face again. I am scared. She knows that. She doesn't care. With a wet mouth, she delicately kisses my lips once. She is aware of my throbbing erection.

She takes my penis and puts it inside of her. It penetrates her fully. We sit there, for a minute, experiencing it. For the first time this night, she shows me a beautiful smile.

This is her happy place. She rides me. She's moaning. Her pussy is clinging to my dick. She's looking into my eyes still, with that radiating, thankful smile.

I put my hands on her ass and she lifts an eyebrow. Without words, she speaks, "do you know who I am? do you?". I know you Camille. I want you Camille. I pull her hair back. She closes her eyes. She whimpers and rides me deeper.

The way she had me in that moment I will never be had again. I felt her blood. This would change everything between us. She was claiming me. She did not offer herself onto me, but she took what was hers.

She came without a warning, her juices dripped down my thighs. She groaned as she climaxed. She kissed my mouth in appreciation. She was not hiding.

Camille's orgasm brought me close to my own. I was scared to be vulnerable with her, yet it was all I wanted to do. She brought my head into her breast, so comfortingly, and rode me faster.

I whimpered her name. She kissed my forehead, sweat dripping down my face. I was so close.

She dropped to her knees and commanded me to stand. I was seconds from cumming. She put my dick in her mouth and began to suck, stroke, kiss...all very eagerly.

She looked up at me and said the following: "I am no one. I am yours. Everything I am and have presented to you is yours. I will behave upon your will. From this moment on, I will submit to you." My strong, independent, stoic woman had given me the best gift I could imagine. Herself.

I couldn't take it anymore. I came into her mouth, her wide eyed, moaning. She swallowed all of my cum. I pulled her to standing. I asked her to jump, I now had her legs wrapped around my waist. I brought her to bed, and laid her down. I covered her in a blanket. Her vulnerability was so obvious now. Her hair damp from sweat, I pushed it from her forehead and kissed her.

Camille gave me her power. Camille gave me herself.