When we really get going, it’s her who owns me.
Fuck me, her touch over my abs feels like something for my tired soul to sink in and I forget every, fucking, thing.
We kiss the way forbidden lovers would when they next see each other, like they can’t get enough.
My greed to be inside her takes over making me push her up against the wall so I can finger fuck her pussy while I kiss her. With my free hand, I reach for hers to press it against my cock.
We pull apart for a few seconds so she can run her fingers up and down my length and I savor it.
I allow her to continue, accepting I must have fucking lost my Goddamn mind. I’m just enjoying my exploration of her too much to give a fuck.
She presses her breasts into me, and I realize I haven’t played with those yet, so I hold her down to suck her tits.
She keeps still so I can suck and rests her head against the wall, closing her eyes as she allows pleasure to take her.
She continues rubbing up and down my dick too while I suck, moving from one breast then the other.
Her eyes open and she starts pumping her hand over my length. It feels too fucking good, and I don’t want her to stop.
“Harder,” I groan, and she obeys moving her dainty hand faster on my cock, so she can work me harder.
Her lips part like they’re calling me back to them so I kiss her again and that’s when I feel it.
It’s a tenderness that fractures the thick walls I’ve placed up in my mind and my cold black heart. The magnetism is so intense and powerful it does something to me that only one person has managed to successfully achieve.
It tames me.
Her kiss tames the inner beast inside me that’s always on the alert and ready to kill. Her touch and her kiss pacifies the chaos perpetually ravaging through me and she feels like a solace, a respite for my tired, dark soul to sink into.
The realization snaps me out of the reverie when I think of the last woman I tempted in such a way. It was the only woman, until this one.
And that’s why she’s dangerous to me.
No one has been able to reach me with one touch the way she has, and it’s something I don’t want to feel.
I never want that weakness ever again.
And I don’t want to feel anything for a woman I don’t trust.
As the thought hits, I shoot my load spraying over her belly, and even then, she still works me.
I pull away the moment the fog of sex clears, surprising her as I force my cock free of her grasp.
She looks at me like she doesn’t know what to make of what I just did, what we just did, and what it means.
It means nothing. That’s what it has to mean.
I can’t allow myself to feel for her, no matter how badly I want her.
“We’re done in here, let’s get to bed,” I say in a firm voice that severs the connection we just had.
I walk out first, and she follows moments later, clean of my cum.
We get back inside the bedroom and she picks the first item of clothing I had slinked over the chair. It’s a night shirt.
I dry off and get into bed naked like I usually do and switch the light off when she joins me.
Instead of taunting her the way I did the previous night I turn my back to her and gaze out the window.
In silence we stay until she falls asleep.
I don’t sleep though. I can’t.
Because I still want her.