I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be standing in this place, at this time, with her. I can't say no and I can't walk away. Her ice blue eyes search my face, like she doesn't believe those words I’ve spoken. But excitement is also evident in her eyes. My hands snake up and I capture her, her naked body pressed against mine. I'm hard, I was hard from the moment I saw her. I used to be worried about fucking, worried that the excitement of it was gone. But it wasn't, my mind and my body had had enough of fucking. It wanted something different, it wanted her. Her hands are stuck to her side, and I know she wants to move them. Though too much touching has been involved.
“I'm going to make you forget everything. Erase every other hand, lips, or body that’s touched you before me.” Her body shivers. “Do you believe me?"
She nods her head. “Keep your hands to your side. If you move them you’re not allowed to come.”
“That’s unfair,” she barely whispers.
“Life is unfair, you should know this.” She doesn't answer me, but I see it in her eyes that she understands.
I take my time while I look her over—her breasts are a perfect size, her nipples a soft pink, begging me to make them red. My tongue trails down her neck, and she stands still, still as a statue. Maybe she will listen, maybe I will let her come. Her skin tastes sweet. She’s not sunken, not skinny anymore.
I lick all the way down to her left breast, where I circle her nipple, wanting to devour it. Her breathing is heavy, her chest moving up and down fast. My other hand palms her right breast. I'm waiting for her to move, but I’m hoping she won’t. I suck hard on her breast, then lick and bite. I go to her other breast and do the same. My hands run up and down her stomach. It's flat, so I move my hands slightly further down. Slowly, I touch her pussy. She holds a breath as I insert a finger. Her eyes close, and I insert another. I want to take my time, but I also want to ravage her. I push her down to the coffee table. She knocks the pizza and the remotes off of it. I push forward, my fingers still inserted inside her as I drop to my knees in front of her. Her legs spread wide, her back arched. Eyes closed. She visibly shakes. I grab my pants that are discarded on the floor, reach for a condom, and slide it on. My tongue starts at her entrance and works its way up to her quickly. She gasps, and it’s loud. I haven't had to restrain her, she’s listened. Hands stay to her sides, or on her breasts. She reaches down a few times, stopping at her naval, wanting to touch me. I just can't, I can’t allow it.
My tongue fucks her, it tastes every bit of her, and she starts to scream my real name. She knows not to use it, I warned her not to use it. But in this moment I don't stop her.
It's fast, I don't give her moment to breathe. I slam straight into her. Her mouth opens in shock. I'm rough, always have been. I seek my own pleasure when I fuck, though the women always seem to get off before me. I'm not an asshole, I usually make sure their pleasure is met. And with Rose I'm unsure. She’s different to the chicks I usually fuck. I slam into her, repeatedly. Her neck is arched, and I can't see her face. Her fists are clenched, but the noises leaving her mouth are pleasure.
She tightens around me, I can feel she's almost there. My piercing is hitting the right spot with each deep thrust a take. I know she feels it each time I slam into her. She clenches and moans loudly. It's a beautiful thing to watch, a woman completely coming apart in front of my very eyes. I'm going to be addicted, I can't slow down. I haven't felt this kind of pleasure for a very long time.
“Scream my name, Rose. Scream it so loud that heaven and hell can hear you.” She obliges, my finger playing with her clit. And that's all it takes, my name, my real name coming from those beautiful pink lush lips.
I remove myself from her. She stays where she is on the coffee table, laid out, deeply breathing and exhausted. I came, but my cock wants more. I can feel it stirring again. She does this to me. Takes over my sense of normal, making it her own.
“How…” the voice is husky, “…no one has made me come like that in my life.” She breathes hard.
“I need more,” I inform her while placing on another condom. Her head shakes back and forth.
“I can't move.”
I grab her hips and turn her around. “You don't need to move.”
She’s passed out. I picked her up and placed her on the spare bed. When I woke the next morning, she wasn't there. All evidence of her was gone. I have mixed feelings, I don't want to be attached. But somehow I think that's impossible now. How do you not get attached to someone that implants themselves in you? She's an enigma. Once you see her, you're drawn in by her. It was ten years ago. She changed me, some may say for the good, some may say for the worse. Either way, I wouldn't change that day for anything.
I'm going to have to tell her, going to have to tell her the real story. The one she doesn't know, the one that could make her hate me. The one that could make her want to kill me. You’d think a man in my position would be more afraid telling her what I do for work. But in actuality it’s what I did to her a few years ago that will shatter us before we’ve even begun.