I CAME TO WATCH MY father with his family. I have two sisters. It’s weird, always living life just for Ryan and then tumbling down the rabbit hole straight into love with Melody, and now I’m looking at miniature versions of myself in female form, and God willing, not harboring the internal battle with a beast. I was tormented when I called Melody and upset her. Her voice always wavers when she’s upset. I need to have words with Ryan, this shit is getting old fast, but first I need to go to her. I phone to tell her I’m coming back early. I’m only an hour out.
I track her GPS in her phone which leads me to her dorm and I use the key I copied from hers.
She sways her hips slowly, her lips mouthing the lyrics to a soft rock ballad playing from her iPod. She’s feeling the beat, moving in sync with it. Tears leaks from her eyes when they clash with mine, emotions heightened from the bottle of Jack, half full on the table.
I creep from the shadows, stalking towards her, the tint from the moonlight highlighting her. Her tattoo is right. She blossoms in the dark because I am the darkness and with me she blossoms. When we’re apart we’re just shadows, apparitions of souls that used to be there. We never really had much, and what we had was taken from us, but we found each other. She was sent to thaw me, to bring back my warmth.
I slip a hand around her waist, my body encompassing hers. I bury my face in her hair and inhale her, the apple shampoo she uses washes over me with familiarity and my heart thuds against my chest. My fingertips skim the hem of her top, she doesn’t need directions, her arms lift for me to skim the material from her. Dropping it to the floor I stroke back, down her arms and across her chest that’s lifting with her desperate pants mixed with sobs. She’s still raw from our argument.
“Why did you want me?” she whispers.
It’s a question most women want to know. Why them and among the deceit I keep from her out of necessity I don’t want to lie to her.
Skimming my hand down her torso, her body shuddering under my touch, I push her shorts and panties down her hips, my fingertips never leaving her skin. I lower myself down with them so I can lift her foot, freeing her completely so I can bask in her nakedness. God, she’s beautiful. On my knees, looking up at her, I wrap my arms around her hips, my hands grasping her ass and bringing her forward so my face can seek out the scent of her arousal. I breathe her in and relish in her whimper. She smells of heaven. I pull back my eyes showing her the intensity of how much I need her.
“I didn’t want you.” She flinches, her hands coming down to push against my shoulders. “I never wanted anyone. I lived my life detached, cold and then one day you crashed into me, dislodging something inside me. You refused to leave me, like fate placed you there for the sole purpose of making me realise I’m still human, that I don’t have to live in the darkness of the past.”
Her eyelids flutter as more tears cascade from her eyes. Standing, I stroke the pads of my thumbs across her reddened cheeks and bring my lips down to kiss her now closed eyes. I lift her onto the bed and savor the gentle, delicate moment between us. I breathe heavy, finding the words I feel and she deserves to hear. “I love you. God, I love you. I didn’t think I could ever love anyone but it’s here.” I grasp her hand and place it over my heart. “You make this beat harder, I feel you here, I feel your soul, it’s wrapped around mine, cleansing me, inundating me with so much love I feel like I may crumble under the weight of it. I never knew I could feel this and now I do it’s so intense I’m scared of it, scared to fuck it up. It grows with every second that passes. I love you.”
Worshipping her body, every inch of warm flesh, kissing each fingertip, her palms, up her delicate wrists, down her arms raising them above her head and skimming my lips down the side of her chest. Her skin tastes like candy from the lotions she smothers herself in. I’m completely drunk on the scent, the taste. Her body shivers under my attention, she’s used to our rushed, raw passion but I need to relish in the flavor of her beauty.
Her pants echo through the room, adding to the soft beats coming from her music. I trace a path across her navel, licking out to taste her. I go lower, making her pant harder, her little whimpers make me anxious to be inside her. I move down to show her pretty pussy the same tender kisses I’ve shown the rest of her body. She’s on fire, her arousal igniting my primal need to be rough and dive into her. I need to taste the wet heat beneath me. I swipe my tongue between her folds, groaning as her taste sparks my taste buds, circling her throbbing clit, her moans making me fucking crazy. Her hips lift to my mouth, begging. I continue to tease, bringing her to the brink but not giving her what she needs.
“Blake!” It’s a plea whispered on the thick, hunger-filled air. I bring two fingers to join my mouth, delving into her hot depths, her tight walls squeezing them. Her body is writhing, she’s slipped into a state of intoxicated desire and it’s gorgeous. “More, Blake!”
“More what? What do you need, Puya? Tell me?”
“Harder!”
I suck on her clit and pound my fingers into her. She comes undone under my tongue, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I lift my head to watch the final throes wash through her. She reaches down and grabs my wrist, moving it up and down as my fingers continue to work her pussy, it’s sexy as fuck having her guide the rhythm of my hand, her hips rising to gain friction against her clit. A mist of sweat coats her skin making her glow under the moonlight.
I can’t hold back any longer. I pull free from her, making her groan, mourning the loss. I grip her hips and indicate for her to turn over; she complies turning onto her stomach, lifting her ass up to me, offering me what I need.
Stripping my clothes off I crawl over her body, kissing her shoulders and down her spine. My hands follow the same path. I lick the dimples at her lower back and sink my teeth into her ass cheek. She whimpers then moans when I lick the sting away. I raise her hips further and sink straight into her, her pussy grips me. I lean forward, bringing my hand underneath her, my other hand in her hair gripping tight and tugging her head back so I can get access to her perfect tits. I buck my hips into her and she matches me thrust for thrust, her body rocking against mine, skin on skin, my front covering her entire back, my elbow the only thing keeping my weight from crushing her into the mattress. Tugging more firmly on her hair, I bring our bodies to the side so her front is completely accessible to my hand. My lips latch on to hers as I piston into her, my other hand slipping between her legs. Pinching and tapping her clit with gentle slaps have her moaning, playing a chorus to the beat of the music. Her hand lies on top of mine as she guides us together to rub her clit. Her pussy convulses, strangling my cock and she calls out my name. I bite down on her shoulder and thrust a few more times before succumbing to the pleasure her body gives me.
Our heavy breaths are the only sound now. I reach for her duvet and pull it over us, keeping her pinned against me. She doesn’t fight, and within minutes her breathing evens out and I follow her into sleep.