Kara turned onto her side so that she mimicked Hallbjorn's pose. The love she felt for him welled up inside of her and shined through her eyes. It was not a moment where she needed to share what she felt for him, because her look showed it clearly enough. Hallbjorn was her world. She loved the way he treated her, and the way he touched her. She loved his thoughtfulness, and she loved the knowledge that she would spend the rest of her life with him.<br/><br/>Right at that moment, she loved the way his eyes roamed over her body. His touch was soothing to her, and she cherished it. Her friends from Arizona had shared stories about men that got what they wanted and then bailed, and it was something that always horrified Kara. But she knew with absolute certainty that he would not leave her. They would not be parted again.<br/><br/>His words should have alarmed her, but instead the thought of touching herself while he watched sent a thrill through Kara. Her eyes blazed with the need that thought brought forth in her. Kara took a deep breath, then lay onto her back again. Her fingers itched to show him just how she liked to touch herself. But his next demand gave her pause.<br/><br/>Kara looked into Hallbjorn's eyes. She would never willfully disobey him, because she wanted to be his good girl. Kara's voice rang with honesty when she said, “Before, when I was consumed with need, it would become painful if I didn't find my release. But I never actually thought of anything other then my need to have an orgasm.” Her brow smoothed, and she gave him a deliciously impish smile, “But I can tell you what I'm thinking about now when I touch myself.”<br/><br/>When he did not object, Kara closed her eyes. He was her fantasy incarnate. She knew what she wanted to tell him, and what she wanted to describe. Though Kara rarely if ever used course language, what she was thinking could only be described with those terms. But Kara trusted Hallbjorn. She trusted that he would no think badly of him, and that he would not look down on her.<br/><br/>Her hands moved so that her fingertips trailed over her throat and then her shoulders. “I love feeling your lips on me. I love it when you mark me with your teeth. I want to be branded like that with you, so that anyone who looks at me will know that I belong to you completely.”<br/><br/>Kara's fingertips trailed down her chest and then over the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, aching buds, and that ache only increased as she circled them with her fingertips. “Your mouth feels so hot when it touches my skin. It feels like flames licking me. Feeling your tongue laving my nipples, and your mouth sucking on them makes me achy between my thighs.”<br/><br/>Her fingers moved to her nipples, and she pinched them over and over, as she imagined Hallbjorn's mouth on them. “When you use your teeth, God, my clit starts throbbing like mad, and it feels like I will die if I don't have you inside of me.”<br/><br/>Kara's breaths came faster as she spoke, causing her breasts to rise and fall. Her thighs parted and she drew up her legs so that her knees were bent and her heels dug into the bed. “I want, I need, to have you straddle me, and press my breast tightly around your cock.” Her hips rolled from picturing it, and her voice became breathy. “And then, I want you to start slow, and tease me with how big and hard you are, and how you feel sliding back and forth between my breasts. But then, I want you to start thrusting faster and harder, and not hold back.”<br/><br/>She wet her lips, and while one hand remained on her breast to flick and tug on her nipple, her other hand trailed down her stomach. The urge to start teasing her clit was strong, but she held back, and instead ran her finger up the seam of her swollen, slick nether lips. “I want to feel you tease me here, too. I want to feel you like I did a few minutes ago, but I want you to grind your dick against me when you move your hips.”<br/><br/>Kara's finger kept tracing up and down the seam of her folds as the tip of her finger teasingly parted her lips. “Then I want to feel the head of your cock  touching me just like this, and parting me just like my finger is. I want to feel how big you are as you slid up and down my lips and drive me crazy with need.”<br/><br/>Her forehead furrowed and her back arched with that powerful imagine, and then Kara could not stop herself from slipping a finger inside of herself. Her other hand left her breast and moved between her thighs, so she could tease her clit. Kara groaned loudly as her body flushed with need. “I love what you do to me here with your tongue. I love the way you're so hungry for me, wanting to taste all of me. And the way your teeth scrape along my clit...”<br/><br/>She was panting now as her body writhed. Kara's finger began to thrust inside of her while her other finger circled her clit. “Your finger felt so good inside of me, but I want more.”<br/><br/>Kara had to slow down her fingers, or else she would have come right then. She swallowed loudly before continuing. “I loved how tightly you fit me when you thrust against my ass. Your tongue there...” She moaned loudly, and her fingers began to speed up again. The finger inside of her pumped quickly as her other one grazed over her clit again and again.<br/><br/>“I want your dick inside of me, stretching me so wide, and your body pressed tightly to mine. I want you to trap my hands above my head with one hand, and I want your other hand on my ass, squeezing it, slapping it, and then your finger pressing inside of me. And then I want you to take me so hard-” Her words were cut off as she screamed. Kara's release tore through her body, turning it rigid as pleasure pulsed through her. Then as that pleasure turned white hot, she bucked her hips wildly as she cried out.<br/><br/>Kara wasn't sure how long she came for, but when it was over she felt limp. Her hands rested on top of her sex and her head tilted to the side so she could look at Hallbjorn. Her smile was a little timid, but a whole lot satisfied. Her eyes felt heavy and her body worn out from all of the times she'd come.<br/><br/>Her voice was soft when she asked him, “Did I please you, Hallbjorn?”