Grey
Itās grey.
The light streaming in is weak. Music plays, drowning out reality and for those moments it was only us. No past, or future, no present. Just experiences too pure to exist for too long. Trailing fingertips and soft breathing, eyes I never wanted to see me, engulfing me. Every inch. Hands that felt safe, but dangerous at the same time. They were warm, firm, only hinting at the strength beneath.
It was like a secret.
The rain outside played a symphony as they crashed onto the orange and red leaves. Inside we were warm, entangled in the shadows, evading time. A tongue so sweet, I was sure I had been desert bound moments before. I was parched. I was shameless. Arching into you, curling around you. I was feral, and you fed me.
Bites, while your hand controlled my head by my hair. A hand teasing at my throat, your wrist brushed the swells of my breast as I breathed into you. I was willing to be taken, made a part of you. When you released my hair my body ached for further contact, but you werenāt gone long.
āOpen for me.ā And I felt you. You clasped my throat, pressing me against the wall, and my thighs opened. How could they not? Forbidden fruit was so sweet, Mother Eve taught me, and I was learning it firsthand. From yours. Soft touches slipping into my folds as my dress rose higher, and I gasped, digging my nails into your flesh. The kitchen table rocked sending our glasses to the floor, the crash was soundless. Your lips swallowed my moans, secrets are quiet. Secrets are kept. Stroking me from the inside I was overstimulated. Your thumb pressed on my swollen clit and my body vibrated.
Stars.
Around us, behind my eyes, dancing in my ears. I couldnāt wait. I needed more. I wanted to be patient, I wanted to be good. Good girls wait, good girls play coy. But I was ravenous. I ran my hands down your chest, scratching your stomach, until I reached your belt. Slipping the leather loose I hooked my ankles around your calves in anticipation of having you in me. Your button opened effortlessly for me. When I had you, your sighā¦I tasted it, the way you moaned when my thumb brushed the beads of precum from your throbbing head. It filled me. I was guiding you into me when you stopped me, holding my hand still.
āKeep your eyes open and on me.ā I looked at you, time extending further. Your eyes, dark and endless, beckoning me in. One move brought you into me, and you became hazy. Wordlessly my mouth opened, airy breaths escaping. Your eyes traveled down my face, watching my lips contort, they went further down, watching my breasts that were straining against lace fabric, and your hand followed, releasing my throat. You held me in place at the hip as you tried to fit further, but Iām not a good girl. I jerked you into me, pulling forwards with my legs. Our hip bones met, and I felt you filling me to my stomach. I held you tighter, my arms were around your neck, and I was whimpering from my impatience. You pulled away and covered my mouth, your brow raised in mischief.
āBad girls stay quiet.ā
To be continued...
Song: Strangling you with a cord - LapaluxĀ ā«
