Take this rock 'n' roll refugee...
He was sitting on the bed, not to disturb her with his weight, shyly, still fully clothed, next to her, while she was lying, barely wrapped in the white fabric of the sheets, her legs spread apart, her arms above her head.
Her body, in the pale moonlight, looked silky, pure as water, firm as a diamond, her messy curly hair, her luscious red lips, her little, round breasts, her long, soft thighs, her virgin, smooth house of love, he could guess warm and slightly wet, every little bit of her was beautiful, a mysterious rosebud, mixture of shadows and lights, composed in an angelic body.
She turned to him, pulling him down, laying by her side, looking at him behind dark, half closed eyes and a long, thin smile.
“We can do anything…” she whispered
She turned on her back again, staring at the dark ceiling “Anything… anything…” she repeated with a laugh… he could swear there was something maniacal in that laugh…
Suddenly, she threw the blanket away, exposing her whole naked body.
She pressed, then twisted herself into him, searched for his hands, forcing them on her breasts, breathing heavily on his neck, ripping his clothes apart, biting every inch of his skin, moaning, screaming, begging him.
“Fuck me…” she muttered, with a voice that sent shivers down his spine.
He wasn’t moving.
“Fuck me…” she implored again, pushing herself against him, dragging her long nails down his back, leaving red, burning marks.
That tiger was out, she was wild, out of control.
“Fuck me, fuck me…” she moaned into his ear, leading his trembling hand, between her thighs…
She was warm and wet, just like he expected her to be.
“Explore me… don’t leave anything behind… I’m all yours, tonight, do anything you want of me… let my blood flow down your body, in this private sacrifice, choke me with your warm pleasure, fill me with your love, cover me in your cum, make me a real woman… kill me...”
An orgasm, just 10 seconds… 10 fucking seconds of blissful agony, beyond any form of perception, a taste of death, a passionate, sinful kiss on the lips from the Dark Muse…
You can do anything…
Written among a late night and a dawn
Should I continue?
*Frankita*