She knew it was wrong.
She was totally happy with her boyfriend; he was a sweet amazing
lover and a best friend. But
always at the edges of this sea blue-tinted love there crept shadows: the
shadows of EP. She couldn’t
forget his eyes, those splintered blue-green eyes that reminded her of
broken church windows, fallen angels. She
couldn’t forget how unbearably achingly naked she felt when he stared past
her guarded gaze, the cold heat that paralyzed her when he fixed that stare
on her lips. He would brush
against her, saying her name with an edge of sarcasm and desire, and she
couldn’t move for a moment. She
loved her boyfriend so much, and knew she didn’t want to lose him, but she
would have given her soul for a single kiss from EP…
They were sitting on the porch and the darkness
quivered between them. Alone
with him, she was half-breathless and eternally grateful that the dark hid
her desperate expression. He
talked to her about unimportant things, music and shows and such, as his
tongue languorously played with the silver lip ring that circled his bottom
lip. Her entire being was fixated on that little piece of flesh
and metal, longing to suck it into her mouth and feel the darkness flow from
him into her. All fantasy was
suddenly jolted away as his hand slowly touched the back of her neck.
She felt instantly vulnerable and on fire.
His touch burned her and her entire body was enveloped in the flames.
She felt herself crumble into ash as he leaned toward her and asked
her to go on a walk, and she rose up like a phoenix to join him.
Gone was any trace of reason or common sense.
She was overwhelmed by him.
The moon was slowly getting enveloped by clouds as
they walked down the cold asphalt of the street.
They reached a barricade surrounded by ancient looking trees and
kudzo. He looked down at her
through the shadows. “What
are you thinking,” he whispered. “I
don’t know,” she honestly replied.
Her mind was blank with desire.
“What are you thinking?” He
didn’t answer, and just stared into her eyes for a moment.
She could feel his eyes see past her defenses and excuses and all of
a sudden his lips were on hers.
The sickening knowledge of what she was doing hit her
stomach, and then dissipated as his tongue and teeth nipped at her lips,
erasing everything from her mind and body except for a dizzying undeniable
attraction to him. He pulled
back, his teeth gleaming predatory in the dark.
“What just happened?” he asked her, his voice tempting, teasing.
“You…” she stammered, “kissed me.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I did. Do you
want it again?” “I
can’t,” she said, but her voice didn’t sound entirely convinced.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “but do you want it?” She couldn’t voice it, but he could see it in her eyes.
He tangled his hand in the hair at the base of her neck and pulled
her close, but didn’t kiss her. She
could feel the tension through her hair, the need radiating through his
fingers. His tongue slowly
licked the outline of her lips, and she could feel the cold metal of his lip ring
burning her lower lip. His movements were slow and patient but it was obvious it was
all he could do to hold back.
His control snapped and he grabbed her by her neck
and ass, pulling her excruciatingly close to his body. She could feel the heat radiating from his lips as he ravaged
her mouth, his tongue trying to overpower hers.
His hands, clumsy with need, slid under her shirt, his fingertips
branding her smooth skin. She
felt him cup her full 34D tits, all gentleness gone.
He squeezed her hard, bringing her to the edge of pain, then past
that into pure ecstasy. His
fingers found her nipple, twisting it between thumb and forefinger, pulling
her closer by those aching bits of flesh.
She arched her back into him, her fingers clutching his shoulder blades,
nails unsheathing in an attempt to mark his skin through the fabric of his
shirt. His lips descended to
her neck, licking and sucking with wild abandon.
She felt the heat and darkness running through her body, down to her
pussy, electrifying every nerve.
He ripped off her shirt, oblivious to the road just
feet away. His hot mouth tore
at her breasts, teeth, tongue, and metal racking her body with complete
pleasure. “Oh god I need
you,” he whispered against her quivering skin, biting her stomach.
Grabbing his face in both her hands, she dragged him back up to eye
level and stared into his eyes for one moment, seeing her own needs mirrored
in him. She looked into him for
one more moment and then attacked, their lips ripping at each other in a
one-minded quest to merge together. He
tore off her pants, and she followed suit, almost tearing his shirt in an
attempt to feel his bare skin against her breasts.
She fell to her knees in the dead leaves, running her hands
desperately over his naked body. She
vaguely wanted to slow down, to savor the moment, but she needed him too
goddamn badly. The dark fire
was consuming her more with every second.
She bit his thighs, his balls, rubbing her face
against the smooth heat of his penis, feeling the velvety head against her
eyelids and cheeks. She needed
to be in delicious contact with every inch of him, licking her hot tongue up
and down the shaft. She
kissed the head softly before her hunger for his cock overwhelmed her and
she plunged her sweet wet mouth down the entire length, feeling it hit the
back of her throat as she felt his balls sway against the underside of her
chin. Oh god she loved it, tasting him in the back of her mouth,
feeling his hands tangle in her hair, pulling her head closer, gently
fucking her mouth. She sucked
all the way back up to the head and then bobbed her head a few times,
worshipping his cock, her hands caressing, squeezing his balls.
She felt the skin drag against her lips, imagining it in her aching
pussy. She moaned aloud, the
vibrations running through his body. Reluctantly,
she took her mouth from his luscious cock, sliding back up his body to taste
his hot lips.
He pushed her violently back against the metal
barrier, cold against her burning ass.
He licked up her thighs, sucking her pussy lips into his waiting
mouth. Parting the lips with
his tongue, he tongue-fucked her furiously for a moment, digging his fingers
needily into the soft curves of her ass.
Her eyes were closed in complete ecstasy, and the soft cries escaping
her trembling lips drove him to even greater need.
He licked slowly up to her clit, where she ached for his touch.
Her legs shook uncontrollably, and one hand tangled in his black-dyed
hair. He refused to touch her
where she wanted him. He had
wanted her for too long, wanting to hear her voice beg him, to see her body
arch toward him in a frantic need for him.
He gently bit her nipples on the way up and then tilted her chin to
look into his eyes.
“Do you want me?” he asked, barely controlling
himself from sheathing his cock inside of her.
He nudged it near the opening of her pussy, pushing it in just enough
to tease her. Her answer was
unintelligible; she was incoherent with lust.
He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“What do you want baby?” he asked again. He pushed his cock against her slightly before withdrawing
again. She was silent, held
back by the last shred of inhibition. He
bit her ear and whispered fiercely “Do you want me to,” he punctuated it
by slow licks, “fuck you?”
Her silence broke with this, and she began a litany
of reckless begging. “Please,
please, I need you,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips and trying to get
his entire cock inside of her. “Please,”
she arched her back, pushing her tits up toward his face.
“Tell me,” he commanded, pushing the first inch of his cock
inside of her throbbing pussy. “Oh
god, please, please fuck me,” she screamed.
“Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!”
With that, he immediately plunged his entire dick
into her waiting pussy and she screamed and trembled in ecstasy.
He started slow, his entire body consumed by the feeling of her
wrapped around his cock, her arms around his neck, kissing his neck and
clavicle. She moaned and cried
and whispered shreds of dirty thoughts into his ear as his cock thrust
repeatedly in to the deepest place inside of her. Neither of them could stand the slow pace for long, and she
started thrusting her hips toward him, rubbing her clit against his pubic
Drenched in sweat, feeling the night breezes sweep
across their bodies, they fucked with wild abandon, gripping each other
tightly. The caressing
tightness of her, the inexorable steel of him, drove them both into a savage
state. There was nothing except
for the two of them. Her soft
thigh brushed against his hip, driving him totally out of his mind, and she
pulled him closer with her long legs. They
moved together, rushing toward release.
He bit her neck, muttering “oh god … oh god …” against her
skin. She whimpered louder, and then in a nerve-shattering
explosion they came together. It
seemed to last forever, the night would never end and they would be melded
together in fireworks of ecstasy and a desire so hot it burned. Finally, they collapsed against each other, panting and
drenched. It was hard to
believe they were still alive. She
felt like an angel with two broken wings, but sometimes, falling can feel
the same as flying…
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