Current status: Tea and daydreaming. <3
She was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a silk tie wrapped around both wrists.
Her hands were behind her back and her chin was up. Her chest was rising and falling with short quick breaths and her lipstick was smudged just enough. I turned the music up so loudly that I couldn’t hear her, and I closed my eyes as I undid my belt. I leaned back just enough as my hand slipped into my pants. And I remembered.
I remembered the first time I slapped her face, and I recalled our first kiss. I remembered her crying as I told her she was almost enough; she came for me so gently I had to press my ear to her lips to hear her moans. I thought about her begging and pleading when I took her ass, and I thought about how pretty her eyes get when she’s lost in need.
My hand moved faster as each memory surged through my body, but it wasn’t until I was close to the edge that I went to her. She laughed with joy as I pulled her head back by her hair, and she opened her mouth in relief.
As I came I remembered the first time she used my name when she told me she loved me.