Savory

She’d always left me hungry for more, always left me wanting. It took me a long time, too long, to realize she felt exactly the same thing. Just as I felt incomplete, so had she. I’d missed something, though neither of us knew what. Neither realized to ask or investigate.

We took our frustrations out on each other. Savage fucking that left us bruised and exhausted, but still missing.

In frustration, near anguish, and no small amount of anger, buried deep in her clutching, desperate cunt… I bit her. Hard, on the shoulder.

She screamed.

She came. Hard, like nothing I’d heard or felt before.

Wide eyed and panting, a manic smile on her face, she pulled me back to her and bit my neck.

She drew blood.

I detonated inside her.

Now, we know. How to sate each other. How to sup on each other. No more missing, no more wanting.

I don’t buy her flowers. Now, every fuck, every suck and lick bares the nick of teeth, a hissed breath that says ‘mine’ and ‘yours’, and ‘yes’.

Is this love?

Last night, she nipped her initials below my bellybutton before swallowing my cock to the root and sucking me dry.

This morning, I made a heart shape of teeth marks on her inner thigh, then licked her until she cried.

You tell me.