firefly-flashes: “Mine,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair, as I knelt before him, nake
firefly-flashes: “Mine,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair, as I knelt before him, naked and a little nervous, but anxious to have his hands on me once again. “I’ve been waiting so long,” he growled, each word reflected in the tightening of his fingers, “and now you’re here. All fucking mine.” -- source link