Part I
Darkness runs through my blood. It holds my hands in the air, raises them up to my neck, and squeezes. The pressure forces my eyes awake. I gasp through the small hole in my windpipe. I peel my hands from my neck and sit up in bed.
My lover turns over in his sleep and looks at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks in a husky tone. I nod ripping the cover from my frame. I slip my clammy feet into my slides and straighten my nightgown. “Baby?” he calls. I can hear his breath getting lighter as he wakes up. The bed creaks faintly while he shuffles out of bed.
“I’m fine.” I say. The light flicks on and burns my retina. I hiss and blink the spikes of pain away. Warm arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me back against him. His plump lips lay soft kisses on the back of my neck. I feel ashamed of the sweat that no doubt collects on his lips.
“It was just another dream.” I say. My voice cracks and my body shivers. Goosebumps raise on my skin. It was not just another dream. There is something here, inside of me, that I cannot control.
“I love you.” He mutters. His lips slide down the nape of my neck.
“I love you.” I repeat. It’s crash and short. Ross turns me around and stares into my eyes. The sight of his watery blue eyes makes me relax. I forget how calm the color of heaven can make me.
“Don’t look at me like that. I have to get up early for work today.” He says. A smirk plays at his full lips. The skin around his mouth pulls upwards drawing my attention to his deep dimples and the stud piercings inside of them.
“I’m not looking at you any kind of way.” I say. Ross shakes his head and places a light kiss on my lips before climbing back into bed on my side.
“Ross…” I say climbing on top of him. He gives me a weak glare.
“Baby we did it forever last night. Just let me sleep please.” He said trying to pull the cover over his head. I seize the cover and pull it back down. Ross opens his round eyes and lays them on me.
“Just let me get you off.” I say. He stares at me silently for a minute before turning on his back. I get up so he can move to give me access. I smile at him smugly and he looks away quickly. A faint blush was brewing on his face.
I caress his cheek and get to work.
I pull him from his pajama pants. His cock was weighted and growing rapidly.
“Mhm but you just want to sleep right?” I say teasingly. Ross rolls his eyes and looks towards the far end of the room. I kiss up the length of his member and run my tongue over the more prominent veins.
My body warms instinctively at his smell. My head floats on clouds at the taste of his flesh in my mouth. My moans are barely blocked by the girth of him down my throat. I register his voice but don’t hear him as I swallow him again and again. His hot cum slides down my throat. The thick cum coats my fingers and his shaft before I can catch it all.
“Fuck. Baby you don’t have to swallow it.” Ross says. His voice is raspier than before. I smile to myself licking clean every surface his cum hit.
Ross stares at me in wonder before clearing his throat and sitting up. He pulls me by my shoulders and lays an impressively rough kiss on my lips.
“Why do you always swallow it?” He asks curiously. I can see the arousal swirling around in his eyes. I clear the reminisces from my throat.
“Because I like the way it feels on the way down.” I say without thinking. I gasp and cover my mouth. I had not meant to say that. Ever since that day, I am not in control of my body or mind, anymore. The thought terrifies me.
Ross lets me go and folds his hands together. Two creases form between his brows, a mirror reflection of each other.
“Do you also like when I…” he blushes deeply and shakes his head. “Never mind.” He says and starts climbing back in bed. I climb into the covers after him and cuddle up against his back. He gazes at me over his shoulder.
“I like everything about you, and everything we do together.” I say. I hope to assure him but deep down it feels like I am assuring myself.
“Then do you like it when I…” he says the last part in a small voice. His body, which is twice bigger than mine blocks me from hearing.
“Say it louder.” I say. Ross turns around embarrassed. Whatever he said was hard for him to say in the first place. I don’t want to push. But the more we talk the easier it will be for me to get back to sleep.
“When I fuck you raw.” He says.
I don’t know if I’m gawking. I don’t know what kind of expression is on my face. I don’t know why my heart skipped a beat or why my thighs squeezed together. But all I do know is that Ross is the sweetest man on the planet. One I am still trying to figure out if I deserve, and to hear something so lewd fall from those juicy, plum-flavored lips.
“Forget it.” He says cursing under his breath.
“Ross baby.” I purr pulling him back to me. I chuckle and straddle his waist. “Yes, I love when you paint me with your cum.”
Those heavenly blues widen and he kisses me. His hands run like lightening up my skin under my dress and grasp my breast. His thumbs roll my nipples hardening them. I moan into his mouth and grind against him.
“Wait,” I say pulling back. Fear creeps up my throat and arousal spikes through my core. “We shouldn’t just jump into it ’cause it feels good.” I say. My breath catches at the intensity of his gaze.
“Are you worried about getting pregnant?” He asks. His raspy voice grazes over my face along with his stale minty breath.
“I mean…a bit.” I say with a laugh. I didn’t find it humorous, but I couldn’t help the dry chuckle that came from my mouth. Ross squeezes my breast gently in thought. He nipples on his bottom lip staring over my shoulder.
Cold air rises the hair on my arm. Slowly I turn to look behind me. Nothing is there but yet I feel it.
