Feast

The only thing you need to know is that the cream of her skin loves my mouth. Her limbs were syrup in my arms, neck craned down at me and her eyes honeying along my shoulders. This was the lull where the storm swirled, the quiet lightning that crossed the expanse before the downpour. 

She’d fed me a sip of her drink seconds before the clamor of her nails found my scalp, pushed me to where I was already going. My tongue ring was cold and my hunger was hot, meeting her rise with my fall like matrimony. I let my body be one muscle, hips to lips to calves, hunting her pleasure with every bullet of my desire I had inside. 

I was all animal tonight, my vowels humming into her holes, strumming that bit of her spine off the mattress toward the ceiling. I had my palms on her like ocean kissing sand, seeping into the grain of her body until I was running through her blood. 

I wanted her to pour down my throat, messy and rampant like that ache I was stacking in the pit of her stomach. We could set a drumline to this rhythm, a broken metronome to the fervor of her sighs and gasps. 

I rolled for this like a riptide, starved for her in that unrelenting way.

Earlier, in the hallway, before leaving for our date, I watched her apply her lipstick. Sensuous. Caramel. Vampy. It was the same shade of pink as her clit when it bloomed against the heat of me. I thought of her sweet mouth on my cock, the hollows of her I wanted to make disappear. 

I stared down the leather pants she had on hugging her hips, felt my teeth water, heat prick the back of my neck and my fists missed curling into her flesh. 

I stop breathing sometimes, when I see her in those quiet moments, her rituals, the waves of her body moving through space with that mix of presence and delicacy only nature has perfected. 

I’m relentlessly killed by every finite detail of her; her perfumes lined up like soldiers of seduction, the freckle on her left shoulder planted beside last night’s bitemarks, that change in tone of her voice when she wanted me and the almond of her eyes smiled; all of her wild trying to tame me back into her. 

She looked so fucking pretty tonight. I mourned briefly in my head for the reservations we’d fail to make, the litter of lingerie that would pathway our steps to the bedroom. I could taste the lace in my bite before I was there, dragging her panties down her ass. 

There was maybe 5 more seconds of yearning before I was on my knees in front of her, talking in a language of need while I unwrapped her hips naked. 

A slightly shocked giggle resonating above me, she turned into me unsteadily as I burrowed against her cunt, scraping my cheek against the pesky little zipper I wanted to rip. 

I rose back up before she could respond to the primal flash of my eyes up at her, turned her so I was grinding against her ass. Her pants were loosening down her hips by then and my hand and arm found the cradle of her collarbone. 

We didn’t need words as I made her look forward in the mirror at us. Her mascara was sitting on the counter with its lid off, heels in front of the bed lonesome and useless for the night. 

I pushed her into the sink so it dug into her tummy a little harshly, teeth scraping her shoulder and kissing her neck deeper the more she arched back. Her hair drowned my face, smelled like lavender and clovers and the waft of her perfume that stung my eyes perfectly. 

I wanted to smear that shade of pink all over her cheeks, fever my mouth against hers, scruff the fabric of her panties past her knees to the back of my neck while I fucked her slow, deep, watched that heaviness sunrise her eyes. 

Her giggles had turned to soft gasps, then sensual moans as I shoved my hands past the straps of her panties, squeezed her juicy ass like it could feed everything in me I was hungry for. 

Her hands went up, began to haphazardly unbutton her top in the mirror and I grabbed them feverishly. 

I turned her body around so we were whisper to whisper, an inch of space between us, our tits pressed against each other tight. 

“Let me do it. I want you to feel how much I want you as I strip you bare.” 

Then the crash. The storm. The fall of both of us as the dark of the bedroom swallowed us whole.