Beauty & The Biker

The girl’s face flashes on the ceiling quickly…disappearing before I have a chance to really get a glimpse of her. The picture flickers and fades out like a candle burning out.

Tristian as a boy is back on the ceiling, maybe ten or so, but so skinny and his eyes seem hollow. He’s in a hospital bed. It fades out to him and the girl, but I still can’t see what she looks like but she seems so familiar. She is sniffing blue roses.

I look to Tristian watching him watching me, his eyes lustful and ready to take me.

He looks away breaking my gaze, I blink and he continues to tease me. My mind is working overtime, trying hard to remember and concentrate on the feelings he has awakened deep inside of me. I’m so hot. I’m so shaken up on the inside.

Tristian is rubbing the head of his dick over my slit. I arch my back and wiggle my butt trying to fit closer to him. I push his head down to my shoulder so I can continue to watch without him obstructing my view.

He appears in a wheelchair now. He is at a piano and the little girl is listening to him play. She is wearing a white dress like Tristian dresses me in. The little girl is me. I sob as the realization hits me, that she is me and I am her and yet I can’t remember any of these photographs. My chest shudders and Tristian hugs me tight, trying to kiss my tears away.

“Why can’t I remember?”

“Open up your mind and your heart Isa, let me in,” Tristian demands. “Give yourself over to me. Let your past and present meet.” With restless hands he praises my body, marking my skin with his teeth, my heart bruised by his words, I surrender to his tongue.

I wrap my arms around him in return. His cock is pushing against me and I want him inside me so badly.

His mouth is on my neck and we are both breathing so hard. Desire takes over and he pushes in gently.

“You okay?” He asks out of concern.

“Are you sure it will fit. It’s rather large.” I’m no expert but I don’t think he can fit.

He shoves my knees to the side and grunts as he pushes in filling me deep. It hurts, it burns, it’s amazing. He stills as I hold on to him for dear life, watching our childhood play out over our heads.

It’s too much, the pictures, him. I’m drowning in my emotions and the sensations my body is feeling from his invasive hold on me.

“Close your eyes and relax,” he says trying to comfort me.

My head falls back on the pillow and I close my eyes. The slide show playing on loop inside my head along with the flashes I have had recently. I try to make them fit as Tristian moves against me. His body rocks harder and faster against mine and I let go of the visions dancing in my head and concentrate on the beating of our hearts working together. I thrust up against him, slapping my body against his.

“Fuck princess, you feel so damn good.”

I can only moan in response I am afraid if I attempt to speak I won’t say anything coherent. His weight presses against me but not too heavy, he is supporting most of his weight with his arms. He nips at my bottom lip and I bite him back feeling more in the moment now.

I don’t know what I am doing, I am just going with what my body feels is right, and follow Tristian’s lead.

I kiss his mouth tenderly, sliding my tongue against his as he slows his movements. He breaks our connection briefly catching his breath.

“Goddamn I am about to burst,” he says slamming into me hard and fast. Our bodies rock, sliding on the sheets. He grabs my hips holding me where he wants me. His cock pounding into me viciously without relent.

He grunts and growls like an animal, perspiration dripping down his forehead. Warmth pools between my legs as he collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap. He pulls his dick out. “Fuck, Isa can’t stop cumming.” Tristian jerks his cock in his hands against my thigh, raising up on his knees and shooting his sticky mess all over my belly.

His nostrils are flared as he struggles to catch his breath. I lay wonder struck at what we just shared. My eyes flicker to the ceiling, the screen is paused on the two of us, sitting in this bed. He is so ill but has the biggest grin on his face, and I have a book in my hand, Jack, the Great Pumpkin King.

I smile at the beauty of it all, but I still can’t remember any of it.

Tristian begins to stir having recovered, he kisses my lips softly, leaving the room to return with a damp cloth. He cleans me up with such care, being affectionate and sweet, planting kisses randomly on my body.

I hate to end the moment but I need the bathroom.

**

Back in bed lying next to Tristian I feel at peace. I’m snuggled into his chest, my pelvic area is a bit sensitive and sore but wow, so worth it. He worshiped my body as a man should praise a woman. Elsabeth always said that was how things are for her with Felix, she said he was such an attentive lover.

I am on the verge of sleep as I reminisce in the past hour. A smile plays at my lips feeling the warmth of his body next to mine.

Tristian curls his arm around my waist. “Penny for your thoughts Isa.”