Incomplete and All Alone : Pt V
Title: Incomplete and All Alone Pt V
Author: Dissy
Summary: Your lips are delicious…
Disclaimer: Not real
Dedication: To anyone who could be bothered reading it.
Previous Pts: Pt I | Pt II | Pt III | Pt IV
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It’s now midnight and I am still awake, pondering how long you were standing at my bathroom door. Did you hear the quiet moan of your name that left my lips?
In the still of the night I hear feet shuffling along the carpeted hallway. I keep my eyes closed wishing for sleep to overcome me, telling myself it’s just you or Nicole checking on the children.
The creaking of my bedroom door opening and clicking shut deems me wrong though. I feel the bed sink behind me and it’s quite obvious it’s you. So I choose to stay quiet and hope that you will think I am sleeping and retreat back to the room you share with your wife.
“Benji?” I hear you ask as your arm falls around my waist, your chest pressing against my back. I’m having Déjà vu, only I know this has happened before. And I don’t fancy a repeat anytime soon. Please just leave.
“I know you aren’t sleeping Benj, I…will you please just talk to me?” Your lips are now pressed to my neck, your arm holding me tighter.
This can’t be happening. You have the hide to slip in to my bed not even an hour after fucking your wife? I pick up the scent of Nicole’s perfume and my stomach turns. I know I can’t remain silent any longer.
“Go back to your fucking wife, Joel” I all but spit at you. I almost hate myself for speaking of Nicole that way because I know nothing about this is her fault. She has treated me well. Not that I deserve it.
I feel you tense behind me.
“I’m sorry” you whisper, lips pressing to the side of my head, the feeling of a tear landing on my cheek.
Sighing, I roll over to face you, crossing my arms over my chest so I am not tempted to reach out and touch you. After all you look absolutely gorgeous in the light of the moon.
But as another tear rolls down your cheek my exterior falters. I trace my thumb over your cheek, wiping the small droplet away. I hate seeing you cry, no matter the cause is.
“Joel…I can’t do” I stop myself before I end up lying to you. Before I have the chance to lie to myself because I was about to say that I can’t do this again but who the hell am I kidding, right?
“I’m still hurting from the last time you left me in the middle of the night” are the words I choose instead. So maybe you can at least begin to understand my hesitancy to reach out and touch you.
You nod your head and I can feel you beating yourself up over my words. Please don’t…I’m not worth it. Fuck I am so confused.
You make me weak.
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For the next ten or so minutes we simply lie in the presence of one another. It feels like a vast ocean is separating us as you lay on one edge of the bed and I’m on the opposite side. Not one part of us physically touching and I feel cold, empty. This isn’t right, this isn’t us!
But I am apprehensive about, well, everything at the moment. I’ll fall apart if you leave me again, the last piece of my heart will shatter and I will be a shell of myself.
Biting the inside of my lip I hesitantly roll towards the middle of the bed, reaching a hand to your shoulder, placing pressure until you roll on to your back. I see tear stains glistening on your skin as the faint moon light still envelopes the room, your vision focused on the shadows being cast on the ceiling.
My heart starts to pound in my chest as I have an inner battle of whether to ask you to leave or to bring myself closer to you. Biting the bullet I shuffle forward, my chest meeting your side as I rest my head on your bare chest, my right hand placed over your heart. It’s pounding too.
It takes you a while but soon your arm wraps around my shoulder and your other hand is covering mine over your heart. I quickly turn my hand over, allowing our fingers to intertwine and you gently squeeze my hand. It’s almost reassuring.
Tilting my head I allow my lips to graze over your collarbone to your neck, planting them against the delicate skin. I can still smell her perfume and sigh. What am I doing?
Suddenly you remove your arm from around my shoulder, turning towards me and using your body weight to guide me on to my back, pinning our still entwined hands beside my head as your eyes trail over my body, head to toe and back again. Upon releasing my hand your fingertips lightly touch my cheek, tracing over it to behind my ear, making your way down my neck and my spine tingles, your eyes following the movements of your hand. It continues the path down my chest, over my stomach, finally stopping at my hip, fingertips slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers, massaging the skin there softly.
When your eyes find mine, I can no longer breathe. The lust radiating from them captivates me. Only when our lips brush together, eyes closing, I gain the strength to lift my arms and wrap them around your neck, pulling you closer until your chest is pressed against mine, my fingers playing with the hair at the back of your neck as I part my lips granting your tongue access.
This feels right and I don’t want to fight it.
As you smile against my lips you take a moment to catch your breath, sliding yourself between my legs to gain more contact and I try convincing myself that this time will be different, you wouldn’t leave me again, would you?
“I’m not going anywhere” your words tear me from my thoughts and I open my eyes to meet yours. You read my mind and I find myself smiling, relaxing beneath you.
Cupping my face in your hands, our lips meet again and I take the opportunity to nibble and suck on your bottom lip, trailing my fingernails down your back, hands pressing down firmly as I roll my hips against yours, a low moan ripped from your chest.
Burying your face in my neck I feel your tongue swirl against my heated skin, lips sucking as you give in and allow your hips to grind against mine as we both grow hard. I feel your erection pressing against my thigh as mine rubs against yours and I am tempted to grope you but the thought of what happened last time I tried that is lingering in my mind.
The feeling of your teeth sinking in to my neck pushes that thought right out of the way, my back arching off the bed as a moan of your name falls past my kiss swollen lips. Fuck you drive me insane, I need to take whatever you are willing to offer me and if this is all I can have for now; I would still die a happy man.
Tangling my fingers through your hair, I tug your lips from where you have left your mark and capture them with mine as I wrap my legs around your waist, simultaneous whimpers filling the room as the friction becomes too much to handle. I never imagined that I could get off on something that seems so simple. But here I am ready to explode within the confinements of my boxers and I can’t believe it’s because of you.
Sinking my teeth in to your lip, our hips continue to roll, collide and slide against one another, a trickle of sweat running down my neck as we pick up a steady rhythm and I have to remind myself to release your lip before I do damage. Fuck I love your lips. Images flood my mind of what it would feel like to have them wrapped around the head of my cock and I lose it.
With one last gyrate of your hips I tighten my fingers in your hair, unconsciously pulling as I feel my body tense as my orgasm surges through me, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back as my cum soaks my boxers. Breathing heavily I remind myself I’m not the only one who needed a release.
To help you along I reach a hand between our sweat glistened bodies to pinch and rub your left nipple, my teeth gently sinking in to your shoulder, and only gentle because I knew I couldn’t leave a mark on you. Don’t need evidence of our dirty little secret.
Your right leg starts to spasm and my name escapes your lips as you finally release your load, your body falling limp on mine as we struggle to regain ourselves. This time I know I am not dreaming thanks to the discomfort I am feeling in my soiled boxers.
A quick kiss to my lips then you’re climbing off me and heading towards what I guess is the door, listening to it click that tells me I am alone. Closing my eyes I tell myself this can’t be happening again…I mean I guess you didn’t leave during it all but still, you left. I feel like such a fucking pushover.
When I feel the bed sink beside me I stop pitying myself and open my eyes, seeing you with two hand towels. You toss one in the hamper and hold the other out for me. I need to stop jumping to conclusions.
“Thought you might want to clean up, it can’t be comfortable sleeping like that” you say, motioning to my cum-stained boxers.
I blush and take the towel, thanking you quietly as I discard my boxers and quickly clean myself, deciding on sleeping naked tonight. I quickly slide under the covers not really caring how much of me you saw and only hoping to see more of you in the future.
“Goodnight, Joel” I sigh, thinking now would be time for you to return to your wife.
I can’t help but grin, you no longer smell of her perfume.
Yet again you surprise me though and slide under the covers, arms circling my waist, a kiss placed on my shoulder.
“Goodnight, Benj” are the last words I hear leave those delicious lips of yours. Glancing at the clock I notice it’s one in the morning and moments later slip in to a coma-like state.
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The next time my eyes open it is four in the morning and the space beside me empty. I guess you had to leave eventually.
Pulling the blanket tighter around my body for warmth I somehow feel content, like I gained back a tiny piece of my heart.
I guess I just got the answer to my question. I can be that selfish.
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Author: Dissy
Summary: Your lips are delicious…
Disclaimer: Not real
Dedication: To anyone who could be bothered reading it.
Previous Pts: Pt I | Pt II | Pt III | Pt IV
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It’s now midnight and I am still awake, pondering how long you were standing at my bathroom door. Did you hear the quiet moan of your name that left my lips?
In the still of the night I hear feet shuffling along the carpeted hallway. I keep my eyes closed wishing for sleep to overcome me, telling myself it’s just you or Nicole checking on the children.
The creaking of my bedroom door opening and clicking shut deems me wrong though. I feel the bed sink behind me and it’s quite obvious it’s you. So I choose to stay quiet and hope that you will think I am sleeping and retreat back to the room you share with your wife.
“Benji?” I hear you ask as your arm falls around my waist, your chest pressing against my back. I’m having Déjà vu, only I know this has happened before. And I don’t fancy a repeat anytime soon. Please just leave.
“I know you aren’t sleeping Benj, I…will you please just talk to me?” Your lips are now pressed to my neck, your arm holding me tighter.
This can’t be happening. You have the hide to slip in to my bed not even an hour after fucking your wife? I pick up the scent of Nicole’s perfume and my stomach turns. I know I can’t remain silent any longer.
“Go back to your fucking wife, Joel” I all but spit at you. I almost hate myself for speaking of Nicole that way because I know nothing about this is her fault. She has treated me well. Not that I deserve it.
I feel you tense behind me.
“I’m sorry” you whisper, lips pressing to the side of my head, the feeling of a tear landing on my cheek.
Sighing, I roll over to face you, crossing my arms over my chest so I am not tempted to reach out and touch you. After all you look absolutely gorgeous in the light of the moon.
But as another tear rolls down your cheek my exterior falters. I trace my thumb over your cheek, wiping the small droplet away. I hate seeing you cry, no matter the cause is.
“Joel…I can’t do” I stop myself before I end up lying to you. Before I have the chance to lie to myself because I was about to say that I can’t do this again but who the hell am I kidding, right?
“I’m still hurting from the last time you left me in the middle of the night” are the words I choose instead. So maybe you can at least begin to understand my hesitancy to reach out and touch you.
You nod your head and I can feel you beating yourself up over my words. Please don’t…I’m not worth it. Fuck I am so confused.
You make me weak.
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For the next ten or so minutes we simply lie in the presence of one another. It feels like a vast ocean is separating us as you lay on one edge of the bed and I’m on the opposite side. Not one part of us physically touching and I feel cold, empty. This isn’t right, this isn’t us!
But I am apprehensive about, well, everything at the moment. I’ll fall apart if you leave me again, the last piece of my heart will shatter and I will be a shell of myself.
Biting the inside of my lip I hesitantly roll towards the middle of the bed, reaching a hand to your shoulder, placing pressure until you roll on to your back. I see tear stains glistening on your skin as the faint moon light still envelopes the room, your vision focused on the shadows being cast on the ceiling.
My heart starts to pound in my chest as I have an inner battle of whether to ask you to leave or to bring myself closer to you. Biting the bullet I shuffle forward, my chest meeting your side as I rest my head on your bare chest, my right hand placed over your heart. It’s pounding too.
It takes you a while but soon your arm wraps around my shoulder and your other hand is covering mine over your heart. I quickly turn my hand over, allowing our fingers to intertwine and you gently squeeze my hand. It’s almost reassuring.
Tilting my head I allow my lips to graze over your collarbone to your neck, planting them against the delicate skin. I can still smell her perfume and sigh. What am I doing?
Suddenly you remove your arm from around my shoulder, turning towards me and using your body weight to guide me on to my back, pinning our still entwined hands beside my head as your eyes trail over my body, head to toe and back again. Upon releasing my hand your fingertips lightly touch my cheek, tracing over it to behind my ear, making your way down my neck and my spine tingles, your eyes following the movements of your hand. It continues the path down my chest, over my stomach, finally stopping at my hip, fingertips slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers, massaging the skin there softly.
When your eyes find mine, I can no longer breathe. The lust radiating from them captivates me. Only when our lips brush together, eyes closing, I gain the strength to lift my arms and wrap them around your neck, pulling you closer until your chest is pressed against mine, my fingers playing with the hair at the back of your neck as I part my lips granting your tongue access.
This feels right and I don’t want to fight it.
As you smile against my lips you take a moment to catch your breath, sliding yourself between my legs to gain more contact and I try convincing myself that this time will be different, you wouldn’t leave me again, would you?
“I’m not going anywhere” your words tear me from my thoughts and I open my eyes to meet yours. You read my mind and I find myself smiling, relaxing beneath you.
Cupping my face in your hands, our lips meet again and I take the opportunity to nibble and suck on your bottom lip, trailing my fingernails down your back, hands pressing down firmly as I roll my hips against yours, a low moan ripped from your chest.
Burying your face in my neck I feel your tongue swirl against my heated skin, lips sucking as you give in and allow your hips to grind against mine as we both grow hard. I feel your erection pressing against my thigh as mine rubs against yours and I am tempted to grope you but the thought of what happened last time I tried that is lingering in my mind.
The feeling of your teeth sinking in to my neck pushes that thought right out of the way, my back arching off the bed as a moan of your name falls past my kiss swollen lips. Fuck you drive me insane, I need to take whatever you are willing to offer me and if this is all I can have for now; I would still die a happy man.
Tangling my fingers through your hair, I tug your lips from where you have left your mark and capture them with mine as I wrap my legs around your waist, simultaneous whimpers filling the room as the friction becomes too much to handle. I never imagined that I could get off on something that seems so simple. But here I am ready to explode within the confinements of my boxers and I can’t believe it’s because of you.
Sinking my teeth in to your lip, our hips continue to roll, collide and slide against one another, a trickle of sweat running down my neck as we pick up a steady rhythm and I have to remind myself to release your lip before I do damage. Fuck I love your lips. Images flood my mind of what it would feel like to have them wrapped around the head of my cock and I lose it.
With one last gyrate of your hips I tighten my fingers in your hair, unconsciously pulling as I feel my body tense as my orgasm surges through me, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back as my cum soaks my boxers. Breathing heavily I remind myself I’m not the only one who needed a release.
To help you along I reach a hand between our sweat glistened bodies to pinch and rub your left nipple, my teeth gently sinking in to your shoulder, and only gentle because I knew I couldn’t leave a mark on you. Don’t need evidence of our dirty little secret.
Your right leg starts to spasm and my name escapes your lips as you finally release your load, your body falling limp on mine as we struggle to regain ourselves. This time I know I am not dreaming thanks to the discomfort I am feeling in my soiled boxers.
A quick kiss to my lips then you’re climbing off me and heading towards what I guess is the door, listening to it click that tells me I am alone. Closing my eyes I tell myself this can’t be happening again…I mean I guess you didn’t leave during it all but still, you left. I feel like such a fucking pushover.
When I feel the bed sink beside me I stop pitying myself and open my eyes, seeing you with two hand towels. You toss one in the hamper and hold the other out for me. I need to stop jumping to conclusions.
“Thought you might want to clean up, it can’t be comfortable sleeping like that” you say, motioning to my cum-stained boxers.
I blush and take the towel, thanking you quietly as I discard my boxers and quickly clean myself, deciding on sleeping naked tonight. I quickly slide under the covers not really caring how much of me you saw and only hoping to see more of you in the future.
“Goodnight, Joel” I sigh, thinking now would be time for you to return to your wife.
I can’t help but grin, you no longer smell of her perfume.
Yet again you surprise me though and slide under the covers, arms circling my waist, a kiss placed on my shoulder.
“Goodnight, Benj” are the last words I hear leave those delicious lips of yours. Glancing at the clock I notice it’s one in the morning and moments later slip in to a coma-like state.
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The next time my eyes open it is four in the morning and the space beside me empty. I guess you had to leave eventually.
Pulling the blanket tighter around my body for warmth I somehow feel content, like I gained back a tiny piece of my heart.
I guess I just got the answer to my question. I can be that selfish.
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