She stood looking in the mirror, fingers tracing smudged bruises I’d left on her hips. The reflection of her face peered as if trying to decipher the expression of a stranger. Her eyes were puffy, though the tears were gone.
“It’s still you. It’s always been you.”
She barely jumped at my voice, eyes turning to me in the silvered glass. She almost shook her head ‘No’, but meeting my gaze she stopped. I knew what she’d felt, what she’d done. I was there.
I snaked my arms around her waist, hugging her to me, striped skin hot. Bite marks she’d left on my forearm showed dark on my skin, in turn dusky against hers. My cock rose between legs still slick with us, to press against the length of her slit. She shivered into me.
“There is more.” My chin rested on her shoulder, my words in her ear.
“M-more?” Her eyes widened. A deer ready to bolt. I pulled back a half step, moving both arms across her. One passed up over her breast to her neck, a gentle hold, pulling her back to me. The other swept down her tummy, between her legs to cup, then slid fingers into her cunt, and pushed her back, where my cock nudged between the cheeks of her ass.
She went rigid, straining againt my grip, buttocks clenched hard, mouth agape.
“I’ll catch you,” I said, tightening my grip on her neck just a little, digging my fingers deeper into her.
Her reflection stared at me for a handful of breaths, her pulse rapid under my fingertips.
“Let go,” I whispered.
The sound she made as her body went slack almost made me come, right there. With words and hands I urged, pulled, fucked into her.
Our eyes stayed locked on each other until her whole body pressed back against me. She came as I licked a new tear from her cheek.
Categories: Erotica, Monocle, Reluctance
you’re amazing…. ’nuff said
You’ve really begun to find your voice.
It’s cool. I feel like we write from opposite ends of a spectrum and sometimes meet in the middle.
Heart stoppingly intense~
there must be words somewhere for me to put down here…i feel them circling round my head, but i am dazed by the power captured in your work, and cannot lift my arm to find even a one….
Thanks, all. Sometimes I have a better feel, but I find I’m still sometimes or often still a poor judge of the things I write. I wasn’t sure if this turned out as I’d hoped.