Her Shadows, His Secrets

“I want to lay you down. Feed you. Pour chocolate all over you. Lick you from head to toe until you’re clean, and then I want to mark your skin with bites, cum, and anything else I can. Every time I’m with you, I want to fucking destroy you.” I tighten my grip on her throat to bring attention to my dominance.

“You already did. I tell you this all the time. I would let you do anything to me. I trust you. I crave you. I need all you have to give, and it’s all I can think about. When you’re gone, I’m going to be left to suffer the loss.”

“Good. I hope you always feel misery when you’re with others. Because I will own you forever. No matter where or when. No lover will ever get all of you back. You’re my token, and I’ll keep parts of you that others will never get to have.”

“That’s crazy,” she pants.

“Exactly. I never claimed to be anything else. I thought you knew me better by now.” I bite her shoulder and scoot back. I want to eat first and let her enjoy the view before I devour her body like it’s my personal dessert. “Let’s have some wine and some strawberries. I also bought that fancy cheese I heard you like,” I tell her, and we crawl to the back of the bed, on the blanket and pillows. Somehow, she did it so gracefully.

“How many times a day do you call your sister to ask her things about me instead of just asking me?”

I pop the cork of the wine and pour us some, a little more in hers, as I’ll be driving us home. “If I called and asked you, then you would know what sorts of things I have planned. I want it to be a surprise.”

“Fair. This really is amazing. Thank you. I needed something to distract me,” she says, taking the wine glass I hand to her. I lean on the pillows against the back window of my truck, and we stay silent for a little bit. I feed her some strawberries, watching her lips as she takes bites, and a simple act like that shouldn’t be so erotic, but it is.

“Want to talk about what happened today?” I finally ask.

Dropping her head, she shakes it. “No. There isn’t much to say. I still need to read all the letters, but the why is known now, and I just have to learn how to move forward.” She shrugs, looking up at the moon. “What about you? Want to talk more about your friend? I’m sorry that happened to you,” she adds, and I shut down.

I realized later how personal I got with her, and that scared me. I don’t want to feel that right now. Tonight is about forgetting the world and just focusing on us. “It was a long time ago. No need to talk more on it.” I come off short, and she immediately answers me back.

“Sorry.” It’s just as short, and I internally scold myself.

“I didn’t mean to snap like that. I just think we need to take our minds off everything. I want to focus on us. Can we do that and not let the outside world in?” I plead with her, running my thumb along her jaw and chin.

“Yes. I agree.”

“Good. How about we really close off our minds?” My voice lowers.

“What does that mean exactly?”

I click my tongue. “I told you what I wanted to do to you tonight. You ready for that?”

“Yes.”

“Safe word?”

“Sirius.”

The moment the word leaves her lips, I’m on her, taking her mouth, the sweet wine and strawberries lingering there. My hell. “I need to mark you.”

“With what?”

“My cum. I want you to be a good girl and let me fuck your tits, and I’m going to come all over your neck. You think you’re ready for that?” When I claim her lips, she nods against me, removing the straps of her dress and bra, the fabric falling and exposing her beautiful, large breasts. Her pink nipples look delicious. “You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen, puppet.”

“Then fuck them.”

I wish she could see that. The moment she goes from insecure to knowing what she needs. It’s a switch, a snap of fingers. Who knew a woman drowning in insecurities could be so unashamed and vocal with her sexual needs?

“You couldn’t have been made more perfect for me. Beauty. Brains. And such a dirty little slut in the bedroom,” I tell her, lying down on my back. I place my hands behind my head and get ready to enjoy the show. “Get to it.”

She needs no further instruction. She makes works of my pants and belt, freeing my cock. I keep all my clothes on and just leave my cock out.