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causing her to jump from the tickle. Warm smiles tug at my heart strings. A thick red heart is painted over her quick thumps. I toss the fucking paint brushes behind me and hover over her.
“Such a beautiful melody you’re playing, Lilla.”
I witness the world explode behind my eyelids as she pulls me to her mouth. A wilted flower standing tall as our forms meld. This is what I’ve been looking for. These are the feelings I want to be stirred within the depths of myself. A self I know without fully knowing. She could be anyone. I could have anyone under me. I want so few. I find nothing.
But Lilla … soft repose wrapped in thorn wings.
A sea at unease and I, the dinghy.
I want it.
I want to be a part of her storm.
I want the bitter on her sweet tongue. The sadness in her bright eyes. The silence in her screaming mind. The enigma that is really quite simple. A complicated happiness.
I want to knock her love out.
I want to pull it from her chest while it’s beating fervently and be slapped for doing so. To play. To rumble. Truth and lies. Ugly sin and the prettiest fucking thing I have ever seen.
Satin cream perfection along her thighs. I dig my mouth into the crook of her neck, sliding my arms under her back, ass, everywhere. She crushes my fingers to the floor as she writhes, finding pleasure in my groping.
I want to knock her off the road of routine and complacency and make her motherfucking squirm in discomfort.
I want her to look at the scene unfolding around her and carry me home. The light to burn her eyes and paint my face over her husband’s blank stare.
Flipped on her belly, tugging her ass towards me. Underwear on a date with my borrowed shirt lying in the corner. Smacking my palm to the apple, not letting go. My thumb smearing across her skin to spread her open and taste in between her loneliest place.
Papers rustle as they are fisted in her hands, trying to hold on as she lets go of all the bullshit. Another night I’ll go slower. Another night I’ll kiss her fucking toes and keep my mouth on this pussy like a man should. Tonight I’m too lit up. Breaking at my own seams.
“Say no,” I murmur in her ear, sliding my hands to pull hers from the paper. Into mine.
She locks her fingers around mine and that’s all I need.
I bury my face into her shoulder, falling into the bouquet of her hair. Sliding myself along where she is pushing herself against me. Ready and swollen. We connect easily.
I’m going to leave marks on her shoulder from how hard I bite her skin, unable to believe how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. Under me. Inside of me. She’s swimming through my fucking head and veins. An invasion of my senses happening right before my eyes.
I want to hear my motherfucking name escape from her mouth.
My hips buck into her steadily, pausing when she begs for more, torturing her slowly. Myself. Spots flicker behind my closed eyelids. Praying for mercy as I hold my shit in. I won’t be that goddamn guy. That lame punk-ass kid she thinks I am, spilling my shit before she gets what she’s here for. She can go home for a letdown.
Her fist thumps against the floor, head resting beside it as I hold steady, not giving in.
Wet lips beg for my movement.
“ Please please please.”
I press the side of my face to Lilla’s cheek, suffocating her under my weight. Soft, soft cries as she begs again and again. Steady, my rhythm continues, going slow when slow is right and fast when slow doesn’t fucking make her whimper.
“Cash, Cash , Cash .”
Small fingers dig into mine, her body a tight curl beneath my own as her voice breaks. The loudest fucking cymbals crashing in my eardrums as her orgasm takes a hold of mine, running away with my discipline.
***
Banging. Loud banging. Incessant loud banging.
A handful of Lilla’s tit in my palm, arm scooped under her body as she sleeps. We sleep. For once. Like the dead. Her ass is pushed up against me. The covers bunched
“Such a beautiful melody you’re playing, Lilla.”
I witness the world explode behind my eyelids as she pulls me to her mouth. A wilted flower standing tall as our forms meld. This is what I’ve been looking for. These are the feelings I want to be stirred within the depths of myself. A self I know without fully knowing. She could be anyone. I could have anyone under me. I want so few. I find nothing.
But Lilla … soft repose wrapped in thorn wings.
A sea at unease and I, the dinghy.
I want it.
I want to be a part of her storm.
I want the bitter on her sweet tongue. The sadness in her bright eyes. The silence in her screaming mind. The enigma that is really quite simple. A complicated happiness.
I want to knock her love out.
I want to pull it from her chest while it’s beating fervently and be slapped for doing so. To play. To rumble. Truth and lies. Ugly sin and the prettiest fucking thing I have ever seen.
Satin cream perfection along her thighs. I dig my mouth into the crook of her neck, sliding my arms under her back, ass, everywhere. She crushes my fingers to the floor as she writhes, finding pleasure in my groping.
I want to knock her off the road of routine and complacency and make her motherfucking squirm in discomfort.
I want her to look at the scene unfolding around her and carry me home. The light to burn her eyes and paint my face over her husband’s blank stare.
Flipped on her belly, tugging her ass towards me. Underwear on a date with my borrowed shirt lying in the corner. Smacking my palm to the apple, not letting go. My thumb smearing across her skin to spread her open and taste in between her loneliest place.
Papers rustle as they are fisted in her hands, trying to hold on as she lets go of all the bullshit. Another night I’ll go slower. Another night I’ll kiss her fucking toes and keep my mouth on this pussy like a man should. Tonight I’m too lit up. Breaking at my own seams.
“Say no,” I murmur in her ear, sliding my hands to pull hers from the paper. Into mine.
She locks her fingers around mine and that’s all I need.
I bury my face into her shoulder, falling into the bouquet of her hair. Sliding myself along where she is pushing herself against me. Ready and swollen. We connect easily.
I’m going to leave marks on her shoulder from how hard I bite her skin, unable to believe how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. Under me. Inside of me. She’s swimming through my fucking head and veins. An invasion of my senses happening right before my eyes.
I want to hear my motherfucking name escape from her mouth.
My hips buck into her steadily, pausing when she begs for more, torturing her slowly. Myself. Spots flicker behind my closed eyelids. Praying for mercy as I hold my shit in. I won’t be that goddamn guy. That lame punk-ass kid she thinks I am, spilling my shit before she gets what she’s here for. She can go home for a letdown.
Her fist thumps against the floor, head resting beside it as I hold steady, not giving in.
Wet lips beg for my movement.
“ Please please please.”
I press the side of my face to Lilla’s cheek, suffocating her under my weight. Soft, soft cries as she begs again and again. Steady, my rhythm continues, going slow when slow is right and fast when slow doesn’t fucking make her whimper.
“Cash, Cash , Cash .”
Small fingers dig into mine, her body a tight curl beneath my own as her voice breaks. The loudest fucking cymbals crashing in my eardrums as her orgasm takes a hold of mine, running away with my discipline.
***
Banging. Loud banging. Incessant loud banging.
A handful of Lilla’s tit in my palm, arm scooped under her body as she sleeps. We sleep. For once. Like the dead. Her ass is pushed up against me. The covers bunched
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