*This goes to Avrgblkgrl for posting a beautiful image that got stuck in my imagination, so I'm going to blame her for being responsible for this story. Also to thank her for her spirit and writing. Please check out her stories and poems if you haven't already. She's one of our best.
Mostly, though, as always, this just goes to anyone and everyone who "feels it". I hope it's all right.
Everything was breaking down.
Everything and everyone but Shae. The floor never even touched her palms or knees. She just kept rising above the shitstorm of comic strip appetites that would never touch her Olympian hunger.
The dungeon walls were breaking down, sweating squalid secrets out of stone. Even the part time libertines in their B movie cloaks and hoods broke down like porcelain maidens tied to the railroad tracks.
Hunkered down naked on the mat under flickering dungeon lights, she was finally breaking a sweat. Her dark skin shimmered like a raw, earthy thing, yet there was something ethereal in every heave of breath pushing her ribs. A sliver of glistening, coral pink laced the puffed mound between her upper thighs, while the man in the black zippermask brought the flog across her solid, monolithic ass one more time.
Ty stood back in the shadows behind the circle of watchers, out of place in charcoal linen pants and a burgundy T shirt. He wanted to break through the ring of gawking hedonists and twist the man’s flog arm behind his back until he was the one whimpering in pain.
Shae’s wavy hair hung nearly to the mat while her skin reminded him of chocolate under a hot sun, just on the verge of melting. Every now and then she’d throw back her head and yowl at the ceiling.
It was hollow. The pain was all flash while the pleasure it was meant to bring hovered in the air all around her, never touching down.
Ty was just a discreet employee, but his cock raged with the heat of impatience. He’d grown to hate seeing Shae submit to this, but lately, he could see her naked on the mat and everything disappeared. In those brief waves of time she became a living monument to something inside him that belonged to another creature.
She was a continuum of muscle and sinew. The rasp of her breathing was the only organic presence in that entire dungeon of sweat and cum – a striking reminder of the trees, wind and celestial bodies beyond a maze of garish drapes and tapestries.
Somehow, she dwarfed the man with the swinging flog. Her graceful endurance made him look weak and pale, like a cartoon in his badass zipper mask, with his hopeless cock standing out at a twisted half mast.
Ty focused his attention on Shae. She made him want to tear his rippling cock out and fist off his lust all over her moaning audience. Some were naked and masked while a few others wore hooded robes. There were men and women, reaching for each other, tasting each other, while the transparent little drama played itself out in the center.
A perfectly doll-like Asian woman with pneumatically pumped breasts and nipples like pinky fingertips lay sprawled and fucking herself with a neon purple dildo a few feet in front of Shae. The man pointed the flog at her, and she pulled the glistening toy out of her shaven pussy and licked it. Then she crawled toward him on hands and knees, raising her face to take his bent, spiny cock in her mouth.
Ty realized practically every time he saw Shae she was shining. Like the first time he parked his robin’s egg 62 Invicta in front of her house and a lightening flash lit her up in a second floor window. It was enough to betray her nudity and set the contours of her face and body on fire.
He remembered how protectively she’d been hugging herself. It almost seemed demure except for the fear and pride he thought he saw in her face. And something regal. Maybe it was only the neon highlight of another random thunderclap.
She’d spotted him and turned away. As dark and pure as she looked at a distance, she struck him like a strand of midnight turning into something fluid and flowing out of sight.
The sky opened up and dumped on him. He pulled the collar of his raincoat tight around his neck and shrugged off the feeling.
She’d been wearing a robe when she finally let him in. He took off his hat and held it in front of him, grasping the wrist of his hat hand with the other. He was conscious of dripping all over the tidy vestibule.
“Evening, ma’am,” casting his eyes down.
She’d looked at him curiously and uttered a brief laugh.
“You’re kind of a boy scout, aren’t you?”
“Ma’am?” His tone carried a heavy load of courteous annoyance, but a strain of curiosity lightened it. Her voice had this kind of sing song huskiness that was just as much felt as heard.
“Sorry,” she’d said half-heartedly. “It was supposed to be a compliment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.
She took his dripping coat and hung it on a stand, inviting him into a salon where nothing was out of place. The way she moved underneath her robe made it seem like it hadn’t been made on Earth, like it didn’t drape over her body, but hovered a slender whisper above her skin.
She sat on a broad, white leather sofa that made her look feline. She invited him to sit, but he stood with his hands clasped respectfully in front of him. He was put together something like a refrigerator, and she seemed to understand his stance discouraged a second invitation to sit.
He patiently gave her time to pool her thoughts and get down to business. She took the opportunity to study him in the soft light.
“You understand what I need?” she’d finally asked.
“I believe so, ma’am.”
She heaved a small sigh of frustration. “Listen. First thing is that when we’re in any kind of public situation, you can’t be calling me ma’am.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded politely.
She caught the hint of his smirk and snickered briefly.
“These, um – soirees – you’d be escorting me to…” she began and then halted. “…they’re…sort of a sensitive situation. I’m an individual who requires a certain level of stimulation. A certain…edge, if you understand.”
“Your host explained the parties. There’s no need for you to justify anything. I’ll transport you safely and discreetly. That’s what you’ll be paying me for, unless of course you decide to choose another candidate.”
She paused briefly, considering him through narrowed eyes. “That’s just it,” she told him. “I’ll need you to escort me in. To stay close at all times. If anyone ever tries touching me with anything but a leather strap, it’ll be up to you to…discourage them. Understand?”
“Be noticeable – that shouldn’t be difficult in your case - but keep a distance. Be professional but don’t come off like an employee.”
He nodded again.
“You’ll pick me up here at eight sharp every other Tuesday. We’ll return by half past ten.” She arched her head toward the street outside where the Invicta was parked. “Is that what you’ll be driving?”
“If you wish.”
“Yes. I believe I wish,” she grinned.
He’d tried to look at her eyes and return what passed for him as a smile, but his gaze never made it past her lips. It dawned on him they were like raspberries around a voice of pure smoke and honey.
Now, after four months of standing in the shadows and seeing her whipped naked by men and women who never broke her surface, he broke the first rule of their agreement and left the room.
She seemed more disoriented than upset when she finally came into the lounge where she dressed before he drove her home. The persistent erection he’d had finally left him in peace, but when she stalked naked and gleaming into the room, his ears burned and his blood started to prickle with simmering heat.
“Where did you go?”
Her forehead crinkled and her face twisted into a mask of confusion that didn’t ride her features in a natural way.
“Right here. Seconds away.”
“You’re supposed to stay close. Stay with me,” she said. “When I got up to leave the mat I looked for you. I felt so…alone, for christ’s sake. I didn’t know what to think. What if something happened?”
None of what he had to say fit his job description. It wasn’t like him. He was embarrassed to the point of shame. Months of watching her step down into that dungeon and submit to spankings and whippings that barely touched her imperial surface and he was the only one about to break.
“Dammit, Ty.” She approached and got up in his face, then seemed to fall short of words.
He felt the heat rising off her skin and tickling the edges of his nostrils. The tips of her breasts were barely shy of touching his shirt. He grew painfully aware of how naturally they could wrap around each other, as if they were built for it. For each other.
By then, he’d spent nearly half a life convincing himself improbabilities weren’t worth the time it took for a mind to drown in them. There was no good reason to admit he’d left the room because he couldn’t bring himself to see her flogged by undeserving weaklings. That he couldn’t stand the sound of their hopeless lashings.
He couldn’t tell her he’d run away in shame and disgust. And worse yet, unrequited heartbreak.
“I’m sorry,” he said, steeling his voice. “It’s not like me to be so careless. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re damn right, it won’t,” she snapped. “Just get me out of here. We’ll talk about it in the car.”
It wasn’t like Ty to stray even briefly from any task he was hired for, but Shae wasn’t like any client he’d ever had, and the nature of their business was unorthodox, to say the least. Still, he’d worked for years on a nearly inhuman ability to detach. The swirl of attitude changes broiling inside him were troubling enough, but he was even more surprised by the intensity of Shae’s reaction. He didn’t expect her to be pleased, but this was outside his frame of reference.
She was nearly vibrating. Her emotional pitch roller coastered until she was too distracted to dress. Ty draped his overcoat across her shoulders, gathered her clothes and bag and guided her through the dim corridor, up the steps toward the broad drive behind the mansion to the Invicta.
When he ushered her up to the passenger’s door, she slipped his hold and veered around to the driver’s side.
“I’ll drive,” she announced.
“Ma’am, nobody drives my car.”
“Tonight, I do.”
She held her hand across the ragtop, palm up, waiting for him to pass her the keys. He watched her for a long time while she looked back at the dimly lit mansion. He thought about just getting in and starting up the car. When she realized he was willing to leave her there she’d jump in fast enough. It wasn’t likely Zipperface was about to drive her home like a prom date.
Finally, he reminded himself it was still only a car, a beautifully pristine classic, and he almost cracked a smile at the thought of watching her drive it. He passed her the keys.
She barely looked at him when she got in. She studied the dashboard, momentarily thrown off by its simplicity. She pushed the key in the ignition and turned it. She sat listening to the engine rumble like a napping beast.
“You’ll get used to the size by the time we reach your house,” he told her. “There’s nothing special about it. Just put it in drive and go.”
She’d wrapped his coat tightly around her body, but behind the wheel it loosened and parted. Full scoops of breast spilled into the gap, while her thighs teased the edges.
The car began to move. Cautiously.
She focused on maneuvering the Invicta. He was sure she’d never driven anything that size, but as she gradually got used to it and ferried onto the highway, her face became almost peaceful.
She was almost a lot of things. Almost relaxed, almost at ease, almost ready to look at him. One thing was complete, though. She was so beautiful it was almost painful to look her in the eye. Ty had never bothered worrying about making much eye contact with his clients in general. He wasn’t all that interested in them. But Shae was proving to be decidedly disorienting.
He watched her drive. She seemed to belong at the wheel of the massive classic. From behind the wheel, she made the car feel intimate and more beautiful. They fell into a silence that stopped being awkward after the first few highway miles. Ty thought she might even let his lapse go until later. Then she glanced at him and said the last thing he wanted to hear.
“I read your book.”
He stiffened and looked at her. She was wearing a faint smile, but he could barely see it. He’d written the novel five years before, and when it tanked into obscurity he’d actually been relieved.
“How did you happen to even know about it?” he asked, flat.
“Think I wouldn’t research someone I’m thinking about hiring? Especially for something as raw as standing watch over me while flappy white people whip my naked ass?”
She had a wry smirk on her face. Any other time he would have laughed.
“I don’t see what possible bearing it could have on whether or not I’d do a suitable job,” he said.
At least it was clear now. It was time to quit and let her find someone else.
“Actually, it has everything to do with it,” she answered quickly. “It was beautiful. And it said a lot about the kind of man you are. That’s how I really decided you were the one to do this for me.”
“It’s just fiction,” he pointed out. “It’s nobody’s biography. It’s all just a bunch of smoke and mirrors. It doesn’t say anything about anything. It was a mistake.”
She gave him another glance, somehow curious but not surprised. It was the kind of look few people ever managed naturally.
“Sure,” she said, looking back at the road and setting her face on driving. But she seemed to be looking further ahead than they were going, as if she could see into the darkness beyond the headlights.
He studied the lines of her face. Discretion no longer seemed an issue. It was just a face, he reminded himself. Exquisite in so many ways, perhaps – full of self-awareness, even exotic, if you looked at her a certain way – but it was still just a face.
Just a face – with an entire foreign country going on behind it.
He studied her firmly set lips, and like a distracting little game in his mind, started ticking off on his fingertips the number of times he imagined kissing them. He looked out the window before his brain had a chance to drown.
“It was pretty, um…let’s see…how can I put this…sexy,” she told the back of his head.
He kept his face on the window, seeing more of his own reflection than the blur of rushing guard rails. For a moment, he saw daylight, and Shae driving with the top down through a place like - Escondido, say - a contented smile on her face about nothing in particular.
Ty wanted to jump out of the car. He wanted to jump back out of her life. He wanted to jump out of his own life. He’d jump straight into another one where he wouldn’t fuck up again. He’d stuck around in this one far too long already. He should’ve been gone long ago.
But here he was, and Shae was suddenly laughing. He turned to face her again and watched her laugh for the next mile. He didn’t have a clue why she was laughing, but it gave him a feeling like sitting in a citrus grove.
As he watched Shae laugh, Ty remembered a friend he’d had long ago who didn’t speak English very well. He once asked Ty what that thing was that certain women have. He didn’t have a word for it in his own language, either. Ty had said he didn’t know what it is, and his friend had sat up excitedly and said, “Yes! That’s it! I don’t know what it is!”
Shae had I Don’t Know What It Is
by the barge. The way she wrapped herself around laughter or anger only made it worse.
She glanced over and caught the question in his gaze.
“It just struck me a little ironic,” she explained, “how – considering the nature of our…arrangement – it still feels awkward telling you your book was smokin’ hot.”
The air inside the car changed and Ty took a lingering glance at Shae’s magnificent thighs. There was still a palpable electrical charge in his blood from watching her on the mat. He didn’t know how she could remain in one place on her hands and knees every other week and still seem like she was stalking everyone in the dungeon like helpless prey. I Don’t Know What It Is
He understood why she might have wanted an escort the first time or two, but after all these months his presence was superfluous. The crowd at the mansion was harmless and she knew it.
It wasn’t her needs or desires that scared him out of his own space, it was her reason for wanting him to be there. He kept his awareness of it safely locked up in one of his dingy, psychic closets.
Finally, she dropped another grenade in his lap.
“I know why you left the room tonight.”
She glanced at him quickly, then back at the road. He kept watching her face while she handled the car easily with one hand and let the other slide toward him across the seat.
It was just a hand.
It was many shades darker than his, but just a hand. It was strong and beautifully formed, and there was the same list of reasons for touching it as not touching it.
“I know why you keep asking me not to,” he told her quietly. Watching, just watching her hand, lingering there and giving him time.
He reached over and touched the backs of her fingers. There was a brick lodged in his heart as the pads of his fingers traced her knuckles, over the fan of slender bones. Her hand turned palm up under his and they clasped.
Then the Invicta tires hit something on the road surface and the huge machine spun out of control.
Their hands clasped tighter, while Shae worked to right the car’s path with one hand.
They looked at each other with something more like sheer surprise than panic. They seemed to acknowledge they could be on the verge of a sudden end together, and made the tacit agreement it was strangely right to be with each other instead of someone else.
A few seconds stretched into a lifetime neither of them had ever lived. Strange things blast through your mind when you’re not sure if the next second is going to be your last.
Ty suddenly wished he’d kissed her back in the dressing room when she’d been so upset and standing so close he could feel her breath and the damp heat rising off of her. He forgot about the stunning lines of her body, or the way her ass and thighs looked as she offered them up to the crowd, or the stark vision of her glistening slit taunting him in his quiet place in the shadows.
He finally understood the true intimacy of kissing a face you look at the way he looked at hers, and something felt wrong about greeting oblivion without having done that one thing.
Somehow, he knew they were going to be all right.
When the tires hit solid pavement, there was a piercing squeal while Shae guided the car right again. She slowed down and pulled to a stop on the shoulder. They’d barely had a moment to recover when another car spun out and ended up in the ditch several yards behind them. They were still gripping each other’s hand. They turned and saw a man get out and walk around his car, checking it out in the light of the overhead lamps.
He looked up and then down the road, then pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.
“You’re okay?” he finally managed.
Shae nodded. For most of the next minute, her breath didn’t slow so much as just grow steadier.
“You?” she finally huffed.
“Yeah.” He paused and looked around, finally focusing on her face. “Actually, I feel…I don’t know…strangely alive. I don’t know when I’ve felt better. It’s just…”
“I know,” she told him. “It’s really weird.”
The second her eyes met his, Ty curled toward her and kissed her as if she were the first and last woman he’d ever seen. She kissed him back so hungrily it made his head spin, but there was an easy familiarity about it, too, as if this was what everyone did after a near death experience.
Shae’s lips tasted like whatever life was made of, and Ty wanted to devour them until he’d live forever. Her tongue curled around his without a second’s hesitation. When her hands searched the body under his T shirt, they felt as if they’d always belonged there.
He felt himself growing hard. He grasped her neck and kissed her even more deeply, reaching into his overcoat for her breast. Her nipple was already thick and hard. He kneaded her flesh and when she sighed into his mouth, it seemed to come all the way from the arches of her feet.
Then he could feel her hand in a greedy, hasty search for his cock. She gripped at the heavy shaft straining against his pants. Her palm and fingers caressed his painfully imprisoned length.
“Hey! Hey! Are you all right?” The man from the car behind them called out as he approached the Invicta, still idling on the shoulder. He was nearly up to the driver’s side window when Ty and Shae noticed him. He’d seen enough to realize what was happening. He hesitated a moment, visibly confused by the unexpected sight. He finally turned around and headed back toward his car.
Ty and Shae suddenly realized where they were and what had just happened. They pulled away from each other, but neither was recoiling. The sudden burst made perfect sense, even after the fact. They looked at each other, and then back through the rear windshield toward the man walking back to his car.
Without thinking, Ty got out and called after him.
“Hey! Are you all right?”
The man waved without turning, as if he just wanted to be rid of the insane couple. Ty called again.
“Are you fuckin’ nuts?” the man called back, barely turning to look.
Ty laughed. He felt sorry for the guy.
“Are you married?” Ty called.
“The fuck has that got to do with anything?” he called back.
“Then you damn well better call her up right now and tell her you love her, you miserable, stupid son of a bitch,” he muttered softly. “Cuz you never know when your last chance will be.”
The man gave a half-hearted wave without bothering to turn. Ty got back in the car. He sat and held Shae’s hand while they looked at each other as if they’d just met. There was something about her Ty had never seen before. She seemed dazed, almost vulnerable. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her fingers, relishing the softness of her skin.
“You know, your hands were one of the first things I really noticed about you,” he mused, almost to himself.
“I never really thought they were anything special, but now…”
“You put my lights out the first time I saw you. That time in the window and the lightening flashed. You’ve known I felt this way and yet you allow me into this very unusual…space of yours. I know it’s strange and I know it’s just as hard for you to talk about something like this.”
She touched his thigh and nodded. The ends of her fingers brushed the hard shape of his cock.
“I’m sorry if it’s inappropriate – but after what just happened, I’d rather you know than not. Fact is, it’s hard to look at you because you’re as beautiful as you are and sometimes I think you think it’s because of something else. You have these perfect, classic lines, but what’s really beautiful about you doesn’t have much to do with that. It’s more about your way of coming off so strong, like you’re capable of anything, but maybe you’re uncomfortable in your skin sometimes. You’re just surrounded by people who can barely see you…it’s like you know there’s something celestial inside you but you don’t believe anyone’s ever going to reach in far enough to touch it.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You can fire me when we get back.”
Shae drove at a crawl, halfway in the breakdown lane. She hadn’t said a word since she started driving again. The overcoat had fallen open, and she hadn’t bothered pulling it closed. Her breasts heaved with exaggerated breath.
Adrenaline was still pumping through Ty’s veins. His prodigious cock still pulsed with excitement, distorting the front of his pants.
“Ty?” Her voice was soft, tentative. He felt her hand come back to his thigh and forced himself to face her. She looked disoriented and worried. He almost didn’t recognize her. The touch of her hand set off sparks in his veins.
“What you said…?”
“I’m sorry. It was all so fast and intense.”
“Are you sorry because you didn’t necessarily mean it?”
“No,” he replied immediately. “Only for saying it out loud. It was inappropriate. Under the circumstances.”
Her hand moved on top of his distinct bulge and squeezed tentatively.
“I’m sure it’s perfectly normal when people have their lives flash before their eyes like we just did.”
Sparse traffic shot past them as Shae held the car on a steady course with one hand, slowly crawling halfway in the breakdown lane.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Ty agreed. “Life flashing before your eyes.”
“I, um, don’t really know how to say this…but…”
“It’s okay, Shae. You don’t have to say anything.”
She squeezed his shaft more boldly, letting her fingers slide over his length.
“It’s not easy for me…”
He placed his hand over hers and sighed, a soft admission of selfish need.
“What you said…about…under the circumstances.”
“Yeah.” It was about all he could muster with her hand caressing the intensely hardened flesh raging against its confinement.
“After what just happened,” she echoed his words, “it’s better to know.”
His eyes felt moist and he leaned across the seat and laid his head on her shoulder. It was the closest he could come to holding her. He cupped her warm breast in his hand, worrying her nipple with the tips of his fingers. A moment later he moved his hand to her thigh, pressing into the flesh alongside her pussy. Her skin was wet.
“You feel like silk,” he told her, softly kissing her neck.
The motion of her hand against his cock grew more active, downright insistent, while the car maintained a straight, steady course.
Ty pressed his fingers against her mound. She sighed and arched against his ardent touch, while the car wavered in its path. He pressed his lips against her neck as she kept her eye on the road.
“You’re so beautiful,” came out in a rush of warm breath against her neck.
Her fingers fumbled for his zipper, and he reluctantly pulled his hand from her pussy long enough to unzip himself. She kept the car on a straight course, though not as steadily as before, and curled her hand around his newly liberated cock.
She stroked him and drove while he slipped his fingers back over her smooth mound and kissed her neck.
Ty forgot where they were while Shae’s hand explored his straining shaft. He was oozing precum in a steady flow, as she easily smeared it over his flesh. He inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill him with the promise of transformation. The moment he moved to slide his fingers into her pussy the car veered sharply and a massive truck flashed past them with a sobering blast of its horn.
Shae’s grip loosened, and she calmly moved her right hand from Ty’s cock to the steering wheel. Following suit, he turned forward in his seat and rearranged himself, stuffing his cock back where it supposedly belonged and zipping up his pants.
“Maybe we don’t need any more life-threatening experiences today,” Shae suggested.
He nodded without a word and touched his wet fingers to his lips.
She parked in front of her house and shut off the engine. They sat quietly a while. She finally pulled the key out of the ignition and handed it to him.
“Thanks for letting me drive it.”
But she got out of the car and headed for her front door. He watched her go, thumbing the rough edge of the key. She walked inside and left the door hanging open as she turned on the light in the vestibule. He could see her walking upstairs.
He kept thumbing the key. He felt scraped out from the inside. He wanted to break down over something but he didn’t know what. It had to be the adrenaline crash.
His apartment would be familiar. Shelves lined with CDs of music by dead people who could never be replaced. Shae was very much alive, and she could never be replaced, either.
He got out of the car and went inside.
He shut the door behind him and went upstairs. Somehow, when he got to the top, he just knew to turn right. He found her sitting on the end of her bed. She was still wearing his raincoat. The pumps were lying on their sides a few feet in front of her.
He sat beside her. Close. The raincoat was hanging open and her nipples were almost looking back at him. He took her hand and they both looked down at the floor.
“Why do you allow idiots who couldn’t whip cream attempt to mar such perfect skin?”
“Because every day I walk out the door and go swimming in a shitstorm of hypocrisy. I just wanna feel
something, you know? Something more.” She gave him a brief chance to follow up but he didn’t say anything. “You’re turn,” she continued. “Why do you build this wall around you and keep trying not
to feel anything?”
“When was the last time you felt anything worth the trouble?”
“How about back there in the car, Ty?” Her voice went thin. Almost thin enough to break. She squeezed his hand hard. He squeezed back.
“Does it count if it just comes down on you by chance?”
“That’s when it counts the most,” she said.
“Ok. So when did you first realize I couldn’t keep watching you on the mat without feeling…without…needing you?”
“When you started looking at me even less than usual. When was the first time you realized you…needed it? Er...me.”
“That very first time. It was when I saw you get up after. Your eyes were shining and your breasts had this kind of bounce when you rose up. You stood there all raw and like you were buzzing with life…like you had something better in your veins than everybody else.”
He reached over with his free hand and put his fingers gently against her throat. He felt the air pass in and out. Her hand squeezed even harder, challenging him to squeeze back as hard yet remain gentle with the other. His fingers passed to the side of her neck and softly touched the rampant pulse coursing through it.
Her breath deepened and he let his fingers trace the shape of her face, passing his thumb across her pliant lips.
“I’m glad we almost crashed,” he said quietly. Then he cupped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face toward his.
“Yeah,” she said.
Then he kissed her. Their lips parted and their tongues swept across each other through the cavern of their joined mouths. There was a clumsy sort of grace about it that almost felt rehearsed, but the moment Ty felt her tongue snake into his mouth it seemed like something more, like they were finally really communicating now and all the talk had been just that. Talk.
She was gripping his right hand harder than ever now, while his left slid over her humid skin, from her neck down her collarbone to cup the breast half in-half out of the raincoat she still had on. Her flesh felt heavy, firm, and his thumb danced with her nipple in a vague imitation of their tongues.
Something soft yet somehow plaintive and predatory at the same time hummed out of her throat and he swallowed it, inhaled it inside him as if it could help him become more of what she already was.
He guided her body backward, until she was lying back on the bed with her knees draped over the end and her feet still on the floor. They never let up in their hungry kissing while he moved over her body. She felt like a wave playing on top of the ocean washing away a lifetime of foolish assumptions. His cock was pulsing fresh again and she arched against the protrusion.
He finally relinquished her intoxicating mouth, trusting it would be there for him when he needed it back again. He stood up and toed his shoes off while he admired her. She lay there with her arms spread out and the raincoat fanning out along her sides like wings. She was smiling, and her round thighs drifted open.
Ty pulled off his T shirt while she sat up. She started to remove his raincoat, but he reached for her hands and stopped her.
“I like seeing you wear something of mine.”
“You make that sound like you want to own me, Ty.” Her lips curled into a tantalizing smile. It was as if she were smiling with her whole body. She was honey and stinging queen bee all in one.
“That would be like trying to own the tide,” he said. “But maybe a little piece.”
Her smile floated into another mood. “You already have much more than you think.”
She reached up and touched the front of his body with both hands, letting her fingers trail down over his defined form. She frowned briefly as she traced the shape of the scar across the left side of his rib cage. When she leaned forward to kiss it, he touched the back of her head, holding her there as he sighed deeply.
Her tongue explored the scar while her hands found his belt. She pulled it loose and slowly opened his pants, her lips and tongue never breaking contact. His cock snapped free and fell into her hand while her tongue trailed saliva along his scar. Her tongue kept moving across his body until it touched the side of the pulsing shaft of flesh in her hand.
Long, slow, winding lick up along his vein crossed stalk until her tongue curled around his sap oozing dome. Her eyes rolled up toward his face while her supple lips pursed into a kiss around his cockhead.
He held her face, thumbs against her cheekbones. Her eyes held him steady while her lips opened to let a rush of warm breath wash over his cock. Then her lips closed over the tip and she took him deeper inside her mouth. She curled her hand around the thick base of his shank while her head started to move back and forth.
It wasn’t like sucking. It was more like she was massaging him with her lips and tongue. When she drew back toward the head, he took in the way his cock was smeared and glistening with her saliva. He imagined she was painting his flesh with her essence. He moaned and gave in to the urge to give her mouth a briefly eager thrust. She mewled around his fire-engorged cock and he held her face steady as he began to pump himself in and out of her mouth.
She cupped his ballsac in the palm of her hand, caressing them as she steadily watched him watching her. Her other hand moved over her mound as her thighs drifted wider. She stroked her slit and ground the pads of her fingers in circles around her clit.
He started fucking her mouth more deeply, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The words came out like gasps of desperation.
“If I’m going…to fuck your mouth…like this…only right…tell you…how you made me…fall in love…”
His words disintegrated into growls of abject desire. He was beginning to thrust and pump harder into her mouth, but his need soon spiraled. He suddenly pushed her back and grabbed her by the coat, pulling her to her feet.
He kissed her with every shred of need in his soul. She kissed him back like the first slap of hurricane wind in the trees. His wet cock bobbed against her skin while he gripped her breasts hard and tweezed her nipples between his long fingers.
She reared back and caught a deep breath. “Don’t say things like that,” she said, almost convincingly.
“Thought you said I should feel more,” he told her with a smirk. “You don’t get to say what.”
“Yeah, well maybe I have a healthy suspicion of anything a man says when he has his cock in my mouth.”
“Hmm, not a bad point,” he replied, pinching her rigid nipples. “But tell me the truth. Did you ever know a man like me?”
“Not hardly,” she snickered.
He tasted her saline neck and put his face mere inches from hers, hands and fingers squeezing and kneading and twisting and pinching while she held him by the arms.
“Then listen. I’m still not even convinced you come from this planet, but I still have a little faith left, and if this isn’t a chance neither of us can afford to squander then I’ll turn around now and walk out. We get to make our own rules. Our way.”
“If you try to walk out now I swear to god I will throw a fucking lamp at you.”
“Good answer,” he laughed. Then suddenly shoved her backward and she sprawled back on the bed with a yelp of surprise.
Ty shoved his pants the rest of the way off and knee walked onto the bed. Her lips curled into a devious grin as her eyes followed the strut of his imposing cock.
“How about we make a rule you fuck me like you never fuck any other woman in your life,” she suggested with a growling purr.
“That can be Rule Number Two,” he said, settling into place between her knees.
“Oh? So what’s Rule Number One, then?”
He gripped each of her legs from the bend of her knees and shoved them up and apart.
“I’ll tell you later,” he drawled, teasingly. Then he leaned down and laid the flat of his tongue against her dark, shaven pussy mound.
Breath slipped out of her body with shaky whisper as he let his tongue slowly slide upward, passing over the clit bursting out to meet him. He pushed her legs higher and wider, until her ass turned up and spread. He kissed her clit and sucked it briefly, letting his wet tongue tip swirl in a random pattern. Her breath rushed back in.
Her pussy was oozing honey and her skin was wet everywhere he tasted her. He moved lower and kissed her puckered ass like a tiny mouth, teasing the little ring of pliant muscle with his tongue.
“Ohh, fuck…definitely Rule Number Three,” she moaned weakly.
He ground his thumb over her clit while his tongue fluttered against her rim. Her hips rocked at his face while he moved back up and closed his lips over his thumb, letting her feel his tongue and thumb competing for the swollen little knob at the apex of her slit.
He brought his other hand toward her pussy and pushed his finger inside, holding steady a moment and then just curling slightly inside her. His finger came out wet, and he pushed the tip against her rim, smearing her with more of her own nectar. Just a little pressure opened the tiny rimhole ever so slightly.
Her breath heaved around a mass of confused syllables and let pushed his finger a little deeper into her ass. Suddenly she sucked in a sharp breath and held it. His finger pushed deeper while his lips formed a seal around her clit. He could practically feel the buzz in her tiny node.
He suddenly realized that lust – real lust – ran so deep in the body it came out the other side and wrapped itself around everything else: love, desire, devotion, anger, elation, hunger, thirst and heartbreak.
He would bring all these things down over Shae if it was the last thing he did. Then he pushed his finger the rest of the way into her asshole and sucked on her clit like a piece of dripping, tropical fruit.
“Fuck,” Shae mewled, somehow making it sound like a question and a royal decree at the same time.
Ty gently massaged her snug channel with his finger and sucked her clit like he was trying to drink her through a straw. His senses were saturated with her. He was drowning in her, knowing he would emerge better than before.
He got lost until her body started to shiver and suddenly tensed. She yanked and pulled at her own nipples until she finally pushed his face away. He reared up on his haunches, admiring her as she looked back at him, letting her breath steady.
He settled into place against her raised thighs, tucking his knees under and around her hips. He pressed his burning cock into the nest of her swollen pussy lips, sliding his shaft along her furrow while he pressed his hand over it to keep it gliding on its path.
She was shining again. Or still. The next thing that came into his mind blurted out through his mouth.
“Everything about you is perfect.”
“No,” she whispered, concern in her tone. “That’s too much to…”
He leaned forward and held his finger to her exquisite mouth, cutting off her denial. The other hand was pressing his cockshaft tighter against her broiling slit. She rolled her hips and made him groan.
“Before I met you,” he told her, “I would’ve said exactly what you’re about to say. But you’ve changed my mind about a lot of things. And maybe perfection is something we don’t see, but it just comes over us in moments like this…because we can be perfect just for each other and no one else is ever allowed to touch it. Everything around us belongs to us.”
“Do I belong to you?”
“Yes,” he said, pushing his cock toward the dripping maw of her core.
“Do you belong to me?”
“Yes,” he said, sliding, grinding, swimming into her.
“Were you afraid to die back there?”
“Only in the very beginning of the first second,” he told her, his cock burning and ripping with hard desire, yet so slowly sinking inside.
“Then it was like all the knowledge I was meant to have from that moment for the rest of my life just came into me. Not in my head, exactly. Into me. Like all of me.”
Her body wrapped around his aching cock like the deepest corner of a rainforest. “I think I know,” she sighed.
“And I realized the only fear I was ever going to have now wasn’t of dying, but of dying without you.”
“Shut up, Ty. Just shut up.”
He leaned down and they wrapped around each other. He tucked his forearms under her and kissed the base of her throat as his cock sank as deep as it would ever go. As he drew back for another soft plunge inside, it felt as if the walls inside her were stroking every nerve in his body.
His skin was turning to pure electricity and she was the source.
He began rocking his cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She moved with him and it began to feel like they were dancing.
Maybe they were.
Or maybe they were both claiming that tide he’d mistakenly said no one could ever own. Maybe they were drifting out on it, never to return to the shores of sorrow and heartbreak.
The waves were gentle at first, until all their desires and need rose up and merged like the smoke of burning ships, and the waves rose up high began crashing against each other in a tempest of flesh and sweat.
Ty left his body. It was pounding into Shae’s with unrelenting force. He kissed her so deeply, their tongues sweeping into each other’s depth it felt like their lurching bodies formed a magnificent circle.
The walls of her pussy were rippling around his driving cock. She cried into his mouth and suddenly the tide turned violent and ripped through them, tossing and turning them through dark space until they came back to the tangle of their breath and tongues. To the stars half obscured by smoke drifting through their eyes.
Ty’s cock remained embedded in Shae as they kissed. He finally moved aside. He helped her take off his raincoat and he chucked it on the floor. She spooned up against his body and he curled his thick, solid arm around her, cupping her warm, heavy breast in his hand.
It was silent a long time. He started to wonder if she’d fallen asleep.
“Ty?” she finally said softly.
“You were supposed to tell me about Rule Number One.”
“Oh, yeah right. I think that was something to do with loving each other. Something like that.”
“I swear to god I’m going to throw a fucking lamp at you.”
He buried his face in her neck and smiled.
“I’m counting on it, Shae. I’m counting on you.”
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