0 comments/ 15809 views/ 2 favorites Belonging By: DireLilith She was wearing a black blouse and a long loose black skirt made of wrinkled cotton as she came off the plane. He was there to greet her, and immediately held her close in his arms. His voice was almost plaintive against her ear as he hugged her. "I love you..." he sighed. She sighed contentedly in return, closing her eyes and letting herself be lost in the moment of their first face-to-face meeting. Then, he whispered to her again. "Are you wearing panties?" "No," she said softly, smiling and blushing. He slowly pulled away from her, then dropped kisses all over her face. Finally, his lips met hers and the moment became electric, all time standing still as they kissed, deeply, intimately. She came to know his tongue, and he shared with her the exploration of her mouth. Then he looked at her, into her blue eyes. He took her smaller hand in his and began to lead her away. They stopped at the luggage pickup, and she pointed to her suitcase. He took it by the handle, then led her out to the parking lot, and his black car. He held the passenger door for her, and she buckled her seat belt. He picked up her suitcase and threw it into the trunk. He sat next to her in the driver's seat and revved the car. Then they pulled out onto the main streets, driving away from the airport. He glanced at her from one side. "Pull up your skirt," he said softly. She obeyed, slowly dragging the crinkled black material up her legs. Further and further it came, and he squirmed next to her in his seat, glancing at her repeatedly. Finally the skirt was up to her belly, and her furred mons was exposed. Soft brown curls coated the hidden folds and he licked his lips. Then he put out his hand, reaching into her lap. "Spread your thighs." She did, and his hand came to cup her privacy, his fingers tightly together so his large hand could hold all of her in its palm. He rubbed her, lightly. "Now touch me," he said. And she did. She reached over into his lap, wondering if he wanted her to pull him out of his pants. But he had not told her to, so she could not. She rubbed his hardness through his slacks, stroking the curving shaft of his captive cock. As she did this, he touched her in turn, slowly slipping a finger up inside her folds. He was feeling every single nuance of her sex, finding and feeling over every lump, every fold of flesh, every sensitive nub of labia and tissue. Now he pulled into a restaurant. She pulled down her skirt as he got out of the car and came around to her side, opening her door. Taking her by the hand, he led her inside the restaurant and showed her to a booth that was semi out of the way of most patrons. He sat down next to the wall on the bench seat, and pulled her to sit next to him. A waitress came and took their order, two sodas. Then she smiled at them, noting their flushed faces and bright but secretive smiles. She walked away to get them their drinks. He leaned over to her, nuzzling her ear with his mouth as he spoke. "Touch me." She did, stroking him through his slacks again and moaning as his hand pulled the part of her skirt that was nearest him up the nearest leg, over the nearest thigh. She was in reaching distance of his hand once more, and he quickly cupped her puss, fingering her swelling lips and stroking the parts of her that were quickly becoming drenched. "Take me out of my pants," his voice grunted in her ear. She obeyed, using both hands under the table to hold his waistband still while unzipping his slacks. Then, she reached inside, gasping at the first touch of her fingers on his cock. He was not wearing underpants. He was hard, and as she freed him, he became harder, wincing desperately in her ear as she stroked him. The waitress came, placing their drinks before them. And she smiled at them knowingly. "I remember what it's like to be in love. You two are so cute!" They both blushed, and sipped from their glasses. Then he dropped some change down on the table, and they left, barely sampling the cool liquid, thirsting for something else entirely. Back in the car, he spoke to her again. "Lift up your skirt. I want to touch you. And pull me out again, I want you to touch me." She did as she was told, closing her eyes and holding her breath as his fingers pleasured her, and as his cock bounced excitedly in her hands. Then he turned the car off the main streets, and out to a more deserted area. He found a part of the round designated for cars to turn around on, and he parked there. He helped her out of her seat, then he went to the trunk of his car, taking out a thick, heavy woven blanket. Taking her by the hand, he led her into the trees, but not very far from the road. He spread the blanket out on the rocky grass and ground, then stood infront of her. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back, kissing at her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose and chin. Then, he whispered to her, kissing her neck as he said the words. "Take off my pants." She obeyed, crouching infront of him and unzipping him. She undid the button at his waist and slowly pulled down his pants, leaving them at his ankles. She looked up at him, into his face, smiling shyly and waiting for his next words. "Suck me," he said softly. His voice was so full of lust, he almost failed to form the words. But he had, and she had heard. She obeyed. Infront of him, she kneeled, taking only the head of his cock into her mouth. She suckled him, licking around the ridge of the head, then lapping down the shaft. He moaned, licking his lips as he watched her, licking him, as he had always wanted to see her do. "Stop." She did, standing up. He took her by the hand, stepping out of his pants and walking towards a large slanted boulder. Then he turned and leaned against it with his back, supported by the firm grey stone, his legs slightly spread. "Suck me again," he said, putting his hands out to her. She got to her knees infront of him, her hands on his bare hips, her shoulders in the realm of his hands as he caressed and massaged the back of her neck. He groaned hard, knowing he would cum soon, but not wanting to, just yet. "Stop." She stopped, standing up. He walked around her until he was behind her, lifting her skirt up around her waist, and rubbing her thighs, her backside, over her mons. Then he guided her to the rock and turned her around until she was facing him. He pushed her back against the rock, kissing at her face, her neck, her ears. "Gods, I've wanted you for so long," he hissed. She shivered, finding it hard to breath in the strength of his passion -- for her. That was what she had always dreamt of, the strength and depth of his desire and hunger for her and her alone. Now his hands were spreading her legs. She could feel the heat of his cock head against her puss, teasing at the entry of her swollen labia. His mouth was against her neck, in her hair, as his hands went over her chest. With his short nails, he was dragging his fingers over her breasts, causing the hardening nubs of her nipples to become extra sensitive. His fingers pushed harder, dragged deeper, making all of the hidden flesh beneath her blouse and her brassiere extra sensitive and aware to him. Then he was biting at her neck, pushing the collar of her blouse aside so he could nip at the flesh of her collarbone. His fingers raked over her, hard. And finally, he forced his cock up inside her sheath. His hands went down to her hips, to her thighs, spreading her wider as the force of his every thrust pushed her up against the rock. She was bouncing as he fucked her harder, faster, making her torso rock up and down against the rock. He was going to cum if he kept up this pace, and he didn't want to, yet. Panting, he forced himself to stop, pulling out of her and letting her legs drop to the ground again. Then he took her by one hand and pulled her forward until she was standing. Slowly, he kissed her, deeply, reminding her now of all times that he loved her, ever so much. He turned her around by the hips until she was facing the rock. She put her hands out, feeling the hard grainy surface against her palms. From behind, her pushed her forward even more, forcing her already-tingling breasts to press up against the stone. "Stick out your ass," he commanded, his voice confident and firm. She did as she was told, and she felt him lifting up her skirt and dropping it on the small of her back. Her ass was white fleshed and plump, rounded out to his gaze. Then she felt the palm of his hand as he spanked her, once, hard. His face came down against her cheek, his mouth at her ear. "If you need to scream, to shout, to squeal, to cum, I want you to do it. Do you hear me?" She nodded, panting lightly and gulping. His hand came down again, and he looked at the red oval he was making on her ass flesh. He fingered it. It was hot to the touch beneath his hand, and he rubbed it in a circle. Then he spanked her again, harder. She winced, squirming. His hands were so firm on her ass cheeks. He was studying her buttocks, the red circles he was creating, the crack of her ass. She prayed silently that she pleased him. Then his hand came down again, and he was rubbing her. She was pleasing him greatly. He fingered her cunt lips between her thighs, where her ass stopped and the backs of her legs began. Then he was stroking her perineum, teasing until he came up to her anus. His mouth was at her earlobe again, and he flicked his tongue hotly against it. "I want to be there," he whispered, his finger slipping slowly up inside her ass. She knew he had never done this to anyone else before. And he knew she liked that fact, as much as she liked what he was doing to her. "I want to have you this way," he groaned. He moved around her, pulling his mouth away from her ear and hair, and she closed her eyes. Soon, she felt the hot head of his cock against her puss again. He thrust himself mercilessly inside, coating himself with the slick tightness of her sheath. For several moments, he fucked her cunt slowly, deeply. Then, he pulled out. And she felt him pulling her ass cheeks apart as he looked down beneath his body, down to hers. He was standing stiff behind her, his feet spread out. He looked down at his cockhead, where it was denting the inside curve of one of her plump buttocks. He played his hands over her ass, squeezing the parts that were still red from his slaps and spanks. Then he pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock to slip slickly down to the rosebud of her anus. He pushed against it, hard. And she groaned loudly in anticipation. He pushed more, looking at her face where she had turned it to one side on the stone. Her face was flushed with desire and excitement. He moved his cock inside her now, pushing past the expected pop of her anal rim. She had prepared him for that, he expected it. But he had never felt anything so tight, hot, and constricting like this before. He pushed further into her anus, and finally, at last, he was completely buried within her. He reveled in the feeling of being so tightly enfolded for a moment. Then he slowly pulled out, looking down at his slick cock. The tightness of her ass had stroked most of the natural lubricant from his skin. He felt the slight burn of the friction of dry flesh on hard, dry flesh. He moved his fingers down to her cunt, stroking her until she was soaked again and squirming against the boulder. Then he dragged the nectar up her perineum, making her feel every movement of his fingers' progress. He dragged the juice over his shaft, and rubbed it against her anus. Then he pushed into her again. His hand went back to her cunt, and he fingered her as he began to rhythmically fuck her ass. He pushed first one finger, then another, then a third, up into her cunt. She squealed in pain as he stretched her, and the sound made him shiver with delight. He forced his fourth finger up into her sheath, wincing as he felt her stretch incredibly around his digits. And he began to thrust his hand in and out of her, feeling and probing up and down her sheath as he went. His cock was buried in her ass. His hand was thrust up into her cunt. He leaned forward, and she gasped, feeling his hot breath against her ear. "I love you," he said in words. "You are mine," he said in action. And she came, instantly, feeling the orgasm tinged with a sweet pain as her vaginal muscles tried desperately to spasm around his intruding fingers. His cock kept moving in her ass, burning her, turning her insides into sweet liquid fire. Laying against her back, he pumped and pistoned into her body from both ends. And she could hear him giving in, hear the pleasure in the grunts and groans from his mouth against her ear. Lust was swaying his control. Then, he was cumming inside her, whispering desperately to her as he gushed and poured. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he cried. Belonging As I drove toward Sir Steve's home, the exhilaration of our first meeting played and replayed in my head - causing blood to fill what I had already come to think of as His cock. The growth cramped His large balls, and I fidgeted but resisted touching, as I had promised Sir Steve that I would not touch His private parts after showering for my visit. Recalling how that promise came about sent more and more blood into His cock - Sir had told me that He had a gift for His boy but that He would only give it to me "if you promised not to touch My cock after your morning shower." I had hesitated because I knew that I was not due at Sir Steve's home until mid-afternoon - "May I touch it to urinate?" Given Sir's gentleness, I "knew" that He would let me, but He quietly and matter-of-factly, replied, "Well, boy, of course, you may urinate, but you needn't touch My cock to do that. Right?" Without hesitating, I replied, "right, Sir." I was simultaneously aroused by the quietness of his control and worried about the urge to pee. Sir closed, saying simply, "Good, boy. I really want to give you this, so, don't disappoint me." He and I both knew that I could easily tell Him that I complied even if I didn't, but that I already would never lie to Him. I had just finished my coffee and a big glass of OJ - a combination that is always lethal to my bladder. With every breath, the urge to urinate seemed to grow. I fretted and, thus, resisted. Finally, the urge was too great. I had to pee! But I was out shopping, and I have a bashful bladder anyway. As I meandered through the store toward the Men's Room, I decided I would have to find a stall rather than a urinal. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, and I shuffled easily to the last stall. I undid my shorts and slid them along with my boxer briefs down past my knees. As I sat, though, His cock did not simply fall into place like I had hoped. My legs were too close together; I shifted and bounced and squirmed before its head finally pointed into the bowl. Whew...still, no one else around...wait for it, wait for it...ahhh! Disaster averted, though I now know just how hard it is to tuck things away without touching - LOL! Finally, my drive toward Sir Steve's began. I got more and more excited thinking about seeing Him and telling Him that I had done as He told me. Sir Steve welcomed me at His door with a smile and handshake. His eyes asked me the pivotal question, and I quickly and proudly nodded my head. He met the news with a big, comforting hug. With no words having been uttered, Sir took me by the hand and led me toward the stairs and up to His room. There, He broke the silence, directing me to my knees in front of Him. I dropped like the proverbial lead balloon, hoping I knew what it meant and that I would get to service Sir's beautiful cock. "Unfasten My belt, boy." Without a word, I greedily complied. "Slow, boy...time is not ending. Pull down my shorts, but leave my briefs alone." "Yes, Sir." I slid His shorts over His hips and buttocks and slowly let them slip down His sexy legs. My eyes marveled at the bulge caused by His impressive Man-cock. "Okay, boy, impress me." I nearly panicked. I had envisioned Sir giving me directions. I had only had His cock in my mouth for a few short seconds on our first meeting, and I had hoped He would tell me how to touch, kiss, nuzzle and suckle Him. I stared at the bigger and bigger bulge caused by His throbbing cock, and I leaned in, first, to kiss the tip and, then, to lick it while pressing my hand up against His sack of jewels. As I pulled back Sir's briefs and disclosed His cock, I gasped with delight at being "eye-to-eye" with such a beautiful Man's cock. Burying my nose under my Sir's sack, I inhaled His masculinity. My tongue began slowly probing each plump ball of manliness, and my hands caressed His legs. Sir rewarded my initial efforts with an approving moan and a gentle rub of my head. Using only my tongue, I traced the veins up from the base of His cock to its tip, stopping to encircle His delicious mushroom. With each circle drawn by my tongue, my lips are pulled closed and closer until they cradled His cock-head and began suckling. My fingers flicked Sir's balls in unison with my suckling. As Sir's moans grew, I inched my mouth closer and closer to Sir's pubes, drawing in His meaty man-ness. What seemed like mere seconds of worship saw nearly an hour tick off the clock before Sir's nuts drew up and His cock began to jerk. He pulled Himself out of my mouth, and I looked at Him like a boy scolded - "No tasting, yet, boy. Lift your shirt." I lifted my shirt just in time for Sir's cock to explode its nectar. The first shot hit directly between my nipples and dripped from the ginger/gray hairs; the second, third and remaining blasts were splattered against my belly. "Boy, I want you to rub My seed into your chest and belly. Will you do that?" "Yes, Sir!" I said ravenously. With my right hand, I began slowly working my Sir's honey around my chest and belly. As the last droplet disappeared, I raised my hand to my mouth. Sir swiftly intercepted my hand, shook His head playfully and reminded me, "I said, not yet, boy. Right." Sir's balls between my legs ached for a release and still oozed pre-cum when Sir told me to go downstairs and wait by the front door for Him. I was too hot not to comply and too happy to consider noncompliance. As I walked down the stairs, I heard Sir urinating and then washing his hands. Suddenly, He called, "Boy, I forgot something. Come here, please." I bolted up the stairs like a boy rushing to see what Santa had brought him. At the top of the stairs, I saw Sir in his room, motioning for me to come to Him. As I stepped through the door, Sir told me to pull down my pants. I couldn't believe my ears, and I excitedly shoved them down. "Come over to me." As I stood in front of Sir, He grabbed my cock firmly. Before I could blink, He had wrapped a stainless steel ring around my cock and balls. As He cinched it together, a few hairs were plucked, and I yelped. "We'll shave that later, boy; okay?" I nodded gratefully, and Sir smiled, "I would never hurt my boy, you know that, don't you?" "I absolutely know that, Sir. I belong to You like You belong to Yourself. You would no more hurt me than yourself. Right?" As I gazed into Sir's eyes, I felt a slight pinch just below Sir's ball sack. It was only then that I noticed the screws protruding from the steel ring. My eyes widened, and I could not contain my utter excitement. Sir carefully twisted screws all around the ring, taking care to ask me how it was feeling with each turn. "Awesome!" was all that I could say. Finished, He pulled up my clothes and fastened everything down. "Still okay?" He asked with a hint of his very arousing nurturing. "Yes, Sir; it feels great." "Good. We're going to go to dinner, now. My cum covering My boy's lovely chest and belly, and this ring keeping My grasp on My boy's amazing balls. You understand, why?" "Yes, Sir, because I belong to you, Sir." As we walked out to Sir's car, I nearly wept at the overwhelming sense of belonging that I felt for the first time in my life. Belonging For The First Time I wanted a master...a man who could control me. I needed it, still do. I want to be cared for, but taken. My first master came into my life when I was younger. I don't think he realized that he was my master at first. I had known and admired him for quite sometime before anything came of it. Then one day we were sitting around with a group of friends, and he kind of accidentally opened a door for me to be in his life. We had all gathered and sat around for a couple of hours, smoking, drinking, when he happened to mention that he'd got a new apartment. Would any of us want to see the place? He wanted to have a house warming. No one really wanted to go, except me. I have no idea why I wanted to go that day. Somehow we found ourselves walking toward his new apartment and talking, just buddy stuff, about how our summer was, what we did. Then we reached the apartment and he opened the door with a flourish. He gave me a guided tour. It was a neat studio style place, the basement of a three-story house, old knotty pine panel walls, fireplace, couch and a big rocking chair as well as a bed by the wall in the main room. It had a separate kitchen dining area and a huge shower. Then I sat at one end of the dark red leather couch while he went to get us some wine from the kitchen. I saw a book he had on the end table. Hmm, it was the Joy of Sex. He was very nice looking, tall and lanky, longish wavy hair, beautiful eyes, with gold-rimmed glasses. I watched his walk as he left and as he brought the wine back in for us. He brought the bottle and two stemmed glasses and sat beside me on that very 1950s square looking couch. After he poured our wine, we sipped and talked more about mutual friends and what we wanted out of life. Something there caught my eye...it was a gold colored circular disk on the sofa table. Just as I had my head turned to look at the disk, he reached across in front of me for the wine bottle and our eyes happened to meet. It was not like any other meeting of eyes I'd ever had. It felt like an audible click, as though a light switch had been turned on. We drew our heads together and kissed. His kiss was strong, and deep, and long and held authority. In what seems like seconds now, (I don't even remember us undressing) we were naked in bed together and I had my hand on his large, hard dick. As his hand was rubbing and smoothing my ass cheeks, I played with his dick with both hands. I then felt his hand sliding down my ass crack until his fingers were touching my asshole. Then I squirmed at his touch and felt his dick spilling pre-cum onto my fingers. I pulled my fingers up to lick it off and he smiled and kissed me with my fingers still in my mouth. "Do you want this?" he asked against my mouth, while his finger pressed against my asshole. I could only nod. He had a big jar of Vaseline under the bed in a drawer and pulled it out. "Turn over," he ordered. I looked at the Vaseline, then at him, and silently turned onto my stomach. He slid nearer until he was laying partially on my back. He was leaning on one elbow with that arm under my neck and holding my farthest-from-him shoulder. The other hand went into the Vaseline and he pulled out a large glob on his middle finger. That hand went under the covers and his leg went between mine really quickly, forcing mine apart. The Vaseline was cold as it was spread on my asshole. He kissed my back and grazed his teeth along my shoulder then bit it. As he bit me, he squeezed my other shoulder hard, and the Vaseline covered finger plunged into me fast and hard. I cried out and came, a small strong burst. He continued to hold me, pressing me down with his body, and pushing that finger farther, as far as it would go, inside me. As my cumming subsided, he eased back from pressing me so hard and let his finger rest inside me until I could get my breath back. After a moment, when I got somewhat used to his finger being there, he began to gently slide it out, pressing me back down to hold me still, as it retreated from my body. "Don't speak," he quietly said as I watched his fingers go back into the Vaseline jar. My eyes widened but I stayed silent and clenched the sheet with my hands. The knee of the leg between mine slid up and nudged my ass. "Loosen up, don't tense," he commanded as he again lay partially on my back. I could see his arm move the covers as it dove back under to its new playground. "Be still," were the words this time as the glob of Vaseline went in with the finger, again hard and deep. I held my body as still as I could, gasping with the sensations. This time he didn't wait, the finger plunged and slammed in and out of me hard and fast pushing more Vaseline in each stroke. After what seemed to be a long time of fingering my hole, the one finger was partially in and was joined by another, both of them plunging hard and fast and deep. I accidentally cried out again, while coming more, and was bluntly told to shut up. Both fingers slid and danced in my asshole, twisting and turning, as I quietly cried with release and sensation. My body was shaking with the feelings I was initiated to. But then it went farther. After pulling both fingers out of me, gently allowing my asshole to adjust as they slid, he then lay back off of my body and took his leg from between mine. I thought the session was over but I was wrong. He then laid the cover back until our bodies were naked to the air and he kissed and rubbed my ass cheeks. He rubbed and massaged them for a few minutes until I was relaxed and enjoying the rest. Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in my ass cheeks. He was spanking me. He spanked me hard and fast. He would swat me a few times, then run his finger down my crack and into my asshole, where he'd push deep for a short second and withdraw. Then he'd swat me more. This went on for quite a while as I clawed the bed and silently sobbed and cried, wetting the bed with my cum. Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. I lay there, bare and with my ass on fire, just resting from cumming so hard. I felt a movement from him and felt him let my shoulder go and remove his arm from under me. I thought he was getting up, maybe to use the bathroom, but then I felt his weight shift on the bed. He pushed both hands between my legs and shoved sideways, forcing my legs to open. Then he slid up, using his knees to push my legs out and open farther until he was sitting on his knees with my ass almost in his lap. He then grabbed the Vaseline jar and grabbed a couple of fingers full. These finger-fulls went on and in my asshole with another thrust of his fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that another finger full was lathering his dick. His other hand then slid under me to check for my wetness. I was wet alright...about as much as I could have been, or at least that's what I thought. Finally, after minutes of lubing up and watching my asshole while he fingered it, he quickly pulled the finger out and then slid up my back, making sure his cock head went to and into my asshole. I cried out with combined pain and pleasure as he bit me again, his hand covered my mouth and his other hand went back around my shoulders in front of my neck as it had before. His hard dick kept pushing inside me, sliding out a little then pushing again harder and deeper each time. He let go of my mouth and slid that hand down between the bed and me to my nether regions, which he stroked. I was silently crying and convulsing with cumming at the same time. Suddenly he pulled back on my neck and said, "Sit back with me." I pushed against the bed and as I did, he did also. Soon we were both sitting up with my ass impaled on his long hard dick. He moved us around until we were on the edge of the bed where we moved and slid around until his legs were over the side of the bed. Mine legs were still bent, laying up the outsides of his legs and hips. He then pulled my ass cheeks apart and lay down behind me at the same time, pushing his dick in my ass as far as it could possibly go. I moaned with the overwhelming feelings and he held my hips and kept pushing in a steady rhythm. Then I happened to notice the jar of Vaseline was in reach and I slid my middle finger into the greasy jelly. As I did this, I wasn't sure if I was going to use it on me or him but my finger just went past me and past his balls to his ass hole, swiped around it once and plunged in as far as I could get it. He breathed in quickly and I realized I'd surprised him. He then sat up and my finger came out but his dick was still inside me. I was waiting excitedly to see what would happen next. He held me down on his lap hard with one arm and grabbed my nipple with the other and twisted it. Then he whispered in my ear, "Sometime you might can do that to me, but tonight your ass is mine." With those words, he rolled us over and had me laying face down on the bed, my ass off the edge and him still in my ass. He quickly pulled his dick all the way out and after a quick dip of Vaseline, slammed it back into me as hard and fast as he could. I quietly cried out and got hushed with his finger in my mouth. I started sucking his finger like a baby. Then he started pumping his dick inside my asshole faster and faster, slamming against my ass each time. His balls were hitting against me. His hands came down and spread my ass cheeks apart so he could see what he was doing. After watching himself going into me so hard and so fast a few times, he started to cum. Hammering into me as hard as he could, holding my hips and pulling my ass apart with his thumbs, he strained and came inside my asshole, and kept cumming, and kept cumming. Finally, exhausted, he lay forward, onto my back. As he did this, his dick started creeping out of my asshole as it shrank. I moaned as it receded to just the head being in me, he reached under me and stroked me gently. I came with a minimum of convulsing. I had reached my point of exhaustion as well. He put his hand to my asshole and gently guided the head of his dick out, letting it carefully fall into place in front of his balls. Wobbling, but satisfied, he stood up and smiled as he helped me to slide on over onto the bed. Just as satisfied, I smiled back as he slid in beside me and covered us both up. He held me tight in his arms and bit my shoulder hard and sucked on it leaving a huge hickey. "Now you're mine," he said. "We'll work on making a permanent mark on you later." I just cuddled closer, happily his, belonging for the first time in my life. We nestled in each other's arms and slept soundly even though it was only 7:30 in the evening.