His blue eyes stared into mine like waves crashing in the darkness as our bodies fumbled towards each other. His pink, sweet, swollen lips pressed against mine like a familiar lover, like it had all happened before. For the first time I saw the small hairs of his back rise in the gray sunlight that bled through half-opened blinds. I could hear my breath against his neck as his hands cupped my body into his, keeping me close like a keepsake. The warmth of my heaving breasts reverberated against his chest as I bent down towards him, my wild hair canopying our faces. Not a single word was spoken then, just breath as we pushed closer towards each other, as we felt the easy rhythm of our heated bodies, as we kept open eyes. Closer then quicker, and space no longer existed except for around us as I arched my back and his body sunk into mine. Silence and his azure eyes burned through skin. 

Long time

We stumble into the darkness.  Piece by piece we pull off our clothing, quickly and thoughtlessly, as shadows begin to rapidly fall upon our bare flesh. My hand trembles upon his cheek as I press my lips against his, then behind his ear and down his neck. I guide him towards the bed. He sits before me. I straddle him, lean in, and whisper, “I want you to choke me.” He grins devilishly as he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls me towards his face and kisses me hard. He pushes me onto the bed and gets up. “Wait here,” he says. I lie on the sheets anxiously. I begin to play with my stiff nipples and squirm as I move my other hand slowly down to my warm, wet cunt. Before I lose all control, he comes back, and stands at the doorway dangling a pair of handcuffs.

“Crawl to me, slut.”

I blush, but gladly obey.  

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