Someday. . .

. . .we'll meet for dinner, you and I.  It will be one of those surreal experiences, where the familiarity born of emails and chats and phonecalls collides with the sheer knowledge that we've never truly met.  We'll hug, how could we not, and for the first time your scent and the feel of you pressed against me will fill my senses.  It will be everything I anticipated and more.  We'll smile at each other, recognizing the spark that's set our bodies aflame, and reluctantly part to take our seats at the table.

 

The table will be secluded, tucked in the back of the restautant away from traffic.  We'll order drinks and dinner and the conversation will stumble briefly as we grow accustomed to the luxury of meeting each other's eyes.  Soon, though, we're talking as easily as always, with smiles, blushes, and touches punctuating our communication.  Dinner will end and we'll linger, finishing our drinks, the alcohol warming our blood, flushing our cheeks.  I'll pay the check while you excuse yourself to the restroom. The waitress will return with the receipt and I'll leave a tip and pause, butterflies dancing in my stomach.  Do I dare?

 

I'll collect my jacket and make my way to the restroom.  The back hall will be deserted, only a handful of other patrons will have lingered as we have.  The door will open and I'll reach for you, pushing you back inside.  I'll close the door and press you against it.  Your lips will part in surprise, your eyes will dillate in arousal.  I will surrender at last to the need to kiss you, claiming your mouth with searing passion. 

 

The taste of your lips will drive me crazy.  Your hands will distract me as I try to concentrate on the feel of your body.  I'll pull my scarf from my jacket and wrap your wrists in it, pulling them above your head.  You'll whimper when I snag the scarf on the coat hook and drop my hands to your body.  Without hesitation I'll lock the door as I slide your skirt up your thigh.  I'll find the top of your stockings then the ribbons of your garter and moan.  My mouth will find your nipple through the thin fabric of your blouse as my fingers find your panties hot and damp.  You'll cry out softly and twist against the scarf when I slip inside then, my fingers cool against your heated flesh. 

 

I'll be lost to the feel of you under my mouth and fingers.  I will lower myself down your body and urge your thighs apart.  My fingers will slip inside you easily and I will groan aloud at how wet you are.  When my tongue finds your sensitive clit we both will moan.  You'll spread your thighs, hushed pleas will fall from your lips.  "Please make me cum," you'll beg and I will devour your hungrily.  My tongue will stroke you as my fingers fuck you steadily.  You'll be turned on beyond belief, bound to the bathroom door of your favorite restaurant, grinding your slick cunt onto another woman's mouth.

 

 When you come I'll be buried deep within you, feeling your muscles clench around me and I'll be sucking on your clit.  You'll sag on the hook, your legs shaking, breath coming in deep gasps.  I'll lap up your delicious juices, my tongue slipping around my own fingers as I pull them out.  My face will gleam with your cum when I rise from my knees, letting your skirt flutter back down around your thighs. Your eyes will be glazed, lips parted, when you look at me. 

 

You'll moan when I press my cum-slicked lips to yours and you'll kiss me hungrily, licking and sucking your own flavor from my mouth.  I'll reach up to release your hands, tugging at the scarf until you're freed.  You'll wrap your arms around my neck and I'll twine mine around your waist, exquisitely aware of the throbbing between my thighs.

 

"We need to leave," you'll whisper and I'll nod in agreement.  Your cheeks will flush when we find our waitress waiting patiently outside the door.  I'll wink at her and she'll grin and give me a thumbs up. 

 

We'll slip into your car and you'll twine your fingers with mine as you.  I'll be thrumming with need and know that we've a phenomenal night ahead of us.

 

Yes.  Someday we'll lose ourselves in our hunger. . .

The Neighbor ~5~ Conditional Surrender

I fidgeted in front of the mirror.  My stomach fluttered with irrational nerves as I twitched at my skirt one more time.

 

"You're fucking gorgeous, Dre, stop worrying." 

 

I looked over my shoulder and swallowed a gasp.  Nathan watched me with hungry, hooded eyes, arms crossed over his broad chest, pulling his shirt tight over his shoulders.  He wore his favorite jeans and a burgandy button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  I hovered torn between the urge to strip him back out of his clothes and the desire to see Mina again.  His lips twitched and he crooked his finger at me. 

 

I crossed the room to him, my hips swaying, bootheels clicking on the hardwood floor.  He reached out and grabbed my wrists, twisting me in a smooth movement and pinning me against the wall.  "Nathan," I gasped, my cunt pulsing with need, "we're going to be late!" 

 

"No we're not," he growled.  He pulled a scarf from my dressing mirror and tied my wrists together.  When he lifted my skirt he chuckled, dark and sexy.  "Naughty, Dre," he tsked, sliding his hands over my bare ass.  "Spread." 

 

I slid my feet apart at the command and a tremor chased down my spine following the sound of his zipper parting.  I moaned and pressed back into him as his cock nudged against my pussy.  I was already sore yet wanted more.  He thrust his cock into me roughly, the force of it shoving me against the wall. 

 

It was a hard, fast fuck, the kind that filled our history together.  He curled his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, taking me with rough urgency.  His mouth found the slope of my neck and his teeth caught the delicate flesh as my orgasm bubbled up.  At the sharp flash of pain I came, crying out, and he followed quickly behind, my muscles clutching at his cock as he buried himself deep.

 

Our breath came in sharp pants and we leaned against the wall, recovering.  "I'm going to be fighting a hardon all night," he whispered against my neck, kissing the tender spot he left.  "Knowing you're sticky with my cum." 

 

I whimpered as he pulled out, swaying on my heels as he twitched my skirt back down my hips.  He untied my wrists and I gazed helplessly at the red marks ringing them.  There would be no hiding them, or the marks left from the cuffs the night before.  My body bore too many signs of his thorough usage.  He handed me the scarf with a grin.

 

"You'll want to wear that, I think," he quipped before tucking himself back in his jeans.

 

I looked in the mirror and sighed.  A cluster of lovebites marked my neck and I wrapped the thin, flimsy scarf around, tying it carefully to conceal them.  Between it and the fall of my hair they were mostly hidden, but I was all too aware that it wouldn't take too observant an eye to see them.

 

"You did that on purpose," I growled, meeting his hazel eyes in the mirror.  He smiled fiercely. 

 

"I did.  You're mine, and I don't want any doubt there."  He pulled me back against him roughly and I whimpered as my body reacted.

 

"It's just dinner, Nathan," I whispered as he nuzzled my cheek.

 

"Oh it's more than that," he answered crytically.  He nodded at the clock.  "C'mon, we're going to be late."

 

~*~

 

My stomach fluttered with nerves as we waited at the door.  Nate's warm hand rested possessively on the small of my back and a small part of my mind couldn't help wondering if it was just me or if we smelled of sex. 

 

The door opened and Sam welcomed us inside.  My stomach danced with nerves as introductions were made, my eyes skittering from spot to spot.  When Mina suddenly appeared from down the hall my mouth went dry. 

 

"Andrea, you know my wife of course.  Mina, come meet Nathan."  She crossed the room and I swallowed convulsively, trying to find some saliva to wet my mouth. 

 

"Hello, Nathan, it's lovely to meet you."  She reached out to shake his hand and my stomach lurched at his reply.

 

"Oh it's my pleasure, Miss Mina, to meet the woman who's captivated my sweet Dre."  Nathan's voice was smooth as melted chocolate and as I blushed hotly I caught a look pass between him and Sam. 

 

Mina laughed, a light, happy sound, and turned her warm gaze on me.  I smiled nervously and she stepped into me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.  "I'm glad the feeling's mutual," she whispered and I heard her breath catch as she breathed in.  "Love your perfume," she said as she pulled away, loud enough for the men to hear.  "What's it called?"

 

Nathan set the tone for the rest of the evening with his answer.  "Afterglow."

 

 

 

I spent the evening in a state of perpetual arousal.  Sam and Nathan disappeared into the kitchen before dinner, insisting Mina and I sit and talk, coming back out later with smug expressions and drinks.  She sat next to me on the couch and I flushed hotly when she reached over as I was answering one of Sam's questions and pressed my scarf down.  My eyes slid to hers and she smiled knowingly, her fingertips sending a shiver of sensation to tighten my nipples when then touched my neck.

 

Nathan didn't help.  He tormented me with poorly veiled references to our intimacies over the past day and touches that coiled through me with ease.  When Sam announced dinner was ready Nathan escorted Mina and I to the table, his fingers sliding under my blouse to stroke the hollow of my spine.  It took all I had to swallow the moan threatening to escape my lips. 

 

I had hoped to make it through dinner with some shred of my composure intact.  But the moment we began eating I was undone.  Sam prepared a veritable feast of finger foods and the men, with obvious preparation, set everything up so they were feeding us.  My thighs were slick with my own desire by then and it only intensified as I watched Mina nibble bite after bite from her husband's fingers, her tongue snaking out lick the tips or her lips wrapping around them so she could suck the juices clean.  Nathan mimicked him, catching my eyes as he teased my lips open with a spear of papaya.  I shuddered as the fruit slicked over my tongue.

 

Sam retrieved course after course with Mina's assistance until at last we sat at the table with sated appetites.  At some point someone had turned the lights down and the candles in the midst of the table fluttered, casting shifting shadows across our faces.  I was tipsy.  Nathan had dared me to down a shot of tequila and I couldn't resist the challenge in his gaze.  My brain didn't even have a chance to fight through the fuzziness when he pulled me onto his lap.  His mouth tasted of tequila and chocolate from the dessert.  I could feel his cock stiffening against my ass.

 

I didn't realize he'd pulled the scarf from my neck until he pulled my wrists behind my back, capturing them once again.  I gasped and he pushed me to my feet.  "Go sit on the couch," he whispered, pulling my face close to his, bending me over awkwardly.  "No hands allowed, just lips." 

 

He released me and I swayed upright, blinking in confusion.  At a loss I followed his instruction, making my way into the living room and perching on the edge of the cushion.  I looked up when Mina passed in front of me and my breath caught in a gasp. Her arms were captured behind her back by a pair of leather cuffs, fastened together by a chromed carabiner.  She sat close to me and our eyes met. 

 

A brief moment of clarity shone on the conditions our men had put on our encounter.  Mina's lips parted and the tip of her tongue traced her full lower lip.  My eyes followed it and I relaxed, surrendering to desire.  I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers.  Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into me, mouth opening as my tongue requested entry.  I sighed into the kiss and tugged in irritation at my binding.  Together we drifted back onto the couch, pressing together, the kiss deepening and becoming more and more needy.  She moaned when my teeth caught at her lower lips and I gasped when she pressed her face into the curve of my neck, nipping at the marks Nathan had left. 

 

We twisted and stretched out on the couch, lying on our sides, facing one another.  Our nipples rubbed together, legs intertwined. I growled in frustrated pleasure when she rubbed her mound against my thigh, her skirt shoving up, letting her bare pussy slick me.  We ground together, seeking stimulation, mouths devouring moans and whimpers.  We parted panting, staring into each other's eyes. 

 

"God, I want you," I whispered hoarsely.  Mina mewed in frustration and I nipped at her neck.  Finally acknowledging the men we twisted to find them watching from the armchairs. 

 

Nathan's eyes seized mine and I shivered.  His cock strained within his jeans and he jerked his head at me.  Mina and I struggled upright and staggered, drunk with desire, to our feet.  Nathan and Sam rose.

 

"Dinner was delicious.  How about you two come over Friday night?" Nathan asked, holding out his hand.  Sam took it and used it to pull Nathan into a brisk hug, patting him on the back.

 

"Absolutely, Nate.  Glad you're back in the States again."

 

Mina and I looked from one to the other and shared a confused look.  Nathan reached out to take me by the elbow, turning me towards the other couple.

 

"Kiss Mina Goodbye, Dre," he instructed in a low voice. My stomach coiled and I did as instructed, teasing my lips against hers in a soft kiss.  She leaned into me, deepening it and I swallowed the growl of frustration as I tugged at my bindings once more.

 

Sam slid his arm around Mina's waist and she swayed into him, lips swollen from my kisses, nipples tight, cheeks flushed.  He lifted his hand in a wave and Nathan pulled me out the door.  He walked me down the driveway then back up mine. 

 

"My dear Dre, that was sexy as hell.  I can't wait until Friday."  He opened the door for me and followed me in.  "Now.  Bend over so I can fuck you."

 

 

 

Taken

I can't sleep. 

 

My mind won't let me. 

 

Or should I say my heart? 

 

The dilemma isn't mine to solve but my heart is convinced we should try and so. 

 

I stare at the ceiling, the beam bisecting the room visible in the dim, green glow of the alarm clock. 

 

2:30

 

3:01

 

3:13. 

 

And so on. 

 

Until I dispair I will not sleep any more this night. 

 

Hundreds and hundreds of miles away she sleeps the rest of the weary. 

 

Unknowing that my mind, my heart, picks at her problem like a child at a scab. 

 

I pick at my own wound, too, with each toss and turn, each minute spent staring at the ceiling. 

 

I told myself at the beginning "don't do this" and did it anyways, slicing myself open to the quick on the sharp pleasure of attraction, of connection.

 

And I bleed.

 

And want.

 

I am taken.

 

I am captivated.

 

 

 

I am lost. 

The Neighbor ~4~ An Awakening

I woke to my alarm beeping at me impatiently.  I didn't have a chance to move before Nathan's long arm reached across me, grabbed it and threw it across the room.  It fell silent as it hit the wall.  "Hey," I grumbled, "I need an alarm clock."

 

"I'll buy you a less annoying one."  He tucked his arm back around my waist and pulled me more firmly against him.  I sighed, wrapped my hand around his wrist, and tugged.

 

"I have to get up, Nathan," I plead.  He growled and tightened his grip.  I became aware of his rigid length pressed against my ass and whimpered.

 

"Oh no," he said, rolling me onto my stomach, "I need you first."  I scrambled at the sheets but he pulled me back under him.  I was still tender from the night before, my cunt sticky with cum and lube.  He'd fucked me over and over until he was spent then fucked me again with as many fingers as he could.  He ripped my last orgasm from me with four fingers stuffed into my cunt and three up my ass, taking me with a feral intensity that shook me to my core and turned me into a molten mess.

 

I had never come so hard before, and even as I fought him, twisting and bucking under him, my cunt began to seep with arousal. He chuckled and planted his palm between my shoulders, shoving me to the bed.  "Lift your hips, Dre," he instructed.  His voice was smooth and calm, and I shivered.  My struggles ceased and I lifted myself up onto my knees. He inhaled through his teeth.  "Oh now that...that is a sight."  A finger slipped between my  folds and I moaned softly.  "So ripe and juicy."  He made a low rumbling sound that shimmied up my spine.

 

Nate leaned over me, finger still toying with my cunt.  His stubble scratched at the soft skin of my lower back as he pressed wet, warm kisses on it.  I didn't notice he'd grabbed the lube until he dribbled a little on the pucker of my ass.  I shivered and whimpered.

 

"Oh god, Nate."  I shook my head helplessly.  With my shoulders pressed to the bed, my ass up in the air, I felt bared and vunerable. I could have escaped, but not for long.  Besides, I couldn't wait to see how he was going to take me next. 

 

His fingers pressed in.  I was still stretched from last night and took the first two easily.  He slid in a third and nudged his cock against my sopping cunt.  I groaned, deep and needy, and he slid in slowly.  He didn't thrust all the way in, instead rocking his cock back and forth, pressing his fingers against the thin barrier.  I shuddered.  I wasn't going to last long if he kept that up.

 

I moaned hungrily when he pulled out.  The feel of something smooth and cool made me lurch forward and he tsked at me.  Recognizing the sensation of my BenWa balls I relaxed, letting him tuck first one, then the other, deep inside my cunt.  They warmed to me quickly and I squeezed them, making them chime softly. 

 

Lost to sensation I didn't even wonder what was next.  When Nathan slipped his fingers free and pressed his cock to my puckered ass I groaned.  He pushed, slow and steady, until the glans popped inside.  My breath came in quick gasps, his in deep heavy inhales. 

 

Nathan slowly fucked his cock into me.  He thrust, pulled back until only the head of his cock was clamped in my dark tunnel then pushed back in, deeper on the follow through.  Over and over he forged a path into me and I hung so close to orgasm, so full, so stretched, that I shook.  Finally he thrust and his balls landed against my pussy.  I whimpered, the feeling of being taken so completely making me dizzy, and he groaned as he bent over me, sliding his arm around me.

 

He buried his face between my shoulder blades.  "God I want to fuck you, Dre," he rasped out, and I could feel his muscles twitching in restraint. 

 

"Then fuck me, Nate," I answered, lifting enough to turn to look at him.  His eyes met mine and  he growled softly, pulling my lips to his for a hungry kiss.

 

"God, baby," he said against my mouth, "I will.  If it gets too much..."

 

"I'll tell you," I promised.  The little glimpse of the Nathan I had always known was reassuring, and my body relaxed a little.  He kissed me again then let me go. 

 

He began to move and I laid my head back down and closed my eyes.  Each slide of his cock, in or out, rolled the benwa balls through my cunt, the combined sensation sending fireworks of pleasure up my spine.  My hands reached for the headboard and I held myself in place.

 

Nathan planted a hand beside my shoulder and gripped my hip with the other.  After a few slow, careful strokes inside me his restraint broke.  Soon his balls were slapping against my wet cunt with each deep thrust.  Stars erupted behind my eyelids.  He plowed into my tight ass, grunting as he pinned me to the bed and took me. 

 

I took every inch of his cock inside me, pressing back into him.  The pleasure was so intense, so different, I didn't want him to stop.  He hissed an urgent "Oh yess," as I rocked into him and slid his hand from my hip down over my belly.  His fingers tickled over my curls and slid between my slick folds. 

 

When he found my clit I was lost.  With three rolls of his finger over my swollen nub I started coming, screaming as he drove harder and deeper into me.  He came with a shout, unloading inside my tight ass, rearing up and pulling my hips up to his as he thrust hard, spurting his hot seed.  He collapsed over me and rolled us onto our sides, his cock still buried deep, as our orgasms twitched through us. 

 

 

 

 

An hour later he putzed around my kitchen, making us breakfast while I worked.  We had shared a shower and he lavished attention on me, shampooing my hair and washing me.  My clit twitched as I glanced over my shoulder at him and caught him watching me.  I couldn't believe my body could even fathom more sex.  My ass was pleasantly sore and tender, my cunt too, though he'd stopped my hand when I tried to remove the balls.  Now I chimed faintly as I walked, and each shift on my chair moved them pleasantly inside me.

 

I set a last round of reports to run, ones that would take a while, and joined him in the kitchen.  Nathan pulled me to him and kissed me with lazy intensity.  He lifted me up onto the counter and stepped between my legs.  My body tightened in willing expectation.  Then my cell rang.  He laughed and retrieved it from the desk, flipping it open and answering it as he walked back to me.

 

"Hello?  No, you have the right number, hold on."  He grinned at me as he handed me the phone and I swatted at him.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Hi, Andrea, it's Mina. . ."  My stomach did pleasant flips as her voice curled through me and I avoided looking at Nathan.  He took his plate and leaned against the counter across from me.

 

"Oh hi!  How're you this morning?"

 

"I'm good.  I talked to Sam about dinner and he'd love to.  Wanted to know if tonight would be good for you?"  My eyes flickered up and were caught by Nathan's curious gaze.

 

"Tonight? Um..." I covered the phone.  "Are you going to be here tonight?"  His brow rose and he grinned, shrugging.

 

Her voice pulled my attention back "And your welcome to bring a date if you'd like."  There was a ripple of amusement in her voice and I blushed, realizing she certainly knew I'd had an overnight guest, and could very well have seen, or heard us, at some point.  Not to mention the fact that Nathan answered the phone.

 

"Tonight would be perfect, and yes, I think I will bring my guest with me."  She laughed, low and sexy, and my groin was suddenly humid with desire again. 

 

"Wonderful!  We'll see you around...say seven?" 

 

"Sounds great.  See you tonight, Mina."  I closed the phone and set it behind me.  "You're going to dinner with the neighbors with me tonight," I informed him.  He crossed the space between us and pulled me to the edge of the counter.

 

"Your guest?" he mock growled.  I draped my arms over his shoulders.

 

"Well, what else should I call you?  My fuck buddy?"  He nuzzled kisses into the curve of my shoulder and I moaned softly.

 

"How about your boyfriend," he murmured against my skin. 

 

My heart tripped and I leaned back, cupping his stubbly jaw in my hands.  "Are you serious?" 

 

Nathan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.  "As death.  I've missed you so much, Dre.  A year away...gave me alot of time to think."

 

I smiled tremulously and hugged him tight.  "I've missed you too.  So much."

 

"So...dinner...with the neighbors.  This Mina has a nice voice," he began, and I jerked when he observed, "and you, my delicious dear, want to fuck her." 

Invisible

Blurry edges,

Deep purple centers.

Livid, dark

bruises left

to throb in time.

 

Each breath hurts,

Every heartbeat

pulses through

every mark left

behind.

 

Yet they're invisible.

Marks left on my soul.

Wounds inside,

beyond barriers

once thought secure.

The Neighbor ~3~ Encounters

I slid my arms into my faded hoodie before opening the door and stepping out.  The chill concrete of my steps sent a shiver up my spine but I couldn't resist the lure of the siren waiting in my driveway, leaning against my car.  I wrapped my oversized hoodie around me, and padded gingerly down the sidewalk, sighing in relief as my bare feet found the sunwarmed area.  The cool air wrapped and licked around my calves and I remembered suddenly that I was clad only in boxers.

Her lips quirked and I blushed.  "Hi," I said, holding out my hand.  "I'm Andrea." 

She took my hand.  Her grasp was warm and soft and she smiled into my eyes.  "Hi Andrea.  I'm Mina.  Sorry it's taken so long to welcome you to the neighborhood." 

Our hands lingered together. 

In hind sight I'm not sure how I managed to not babble like an idiot.  We only chatted for a few minutes as her dog tangled us in her leash, but by the end we had tentative plans for dinner later in the week.  We exchanged phone numbers and after a promise to call me after talking to her husband about dinner plans I reluctantly returned to my work while she continued on to her house. 

Thoughts of her full lips, the mischievous twinkle in her eyes and silken voice plagued me through the afternoon and evening.  She's married.  I kept reminding myself.  But still I couldn't stop thinking of her.

~*~

I had no composure to keep when Nathan arrived.  The sweep of his headlight drew me to the door and I leaned against the jam and waited as he lifted the lowslung bike onto its kickstand.  The cool air licked at my skin.  He paced up the walk, each step accompanied by the solid sound of his bootheels, and my body sang with anticipation. With feigned casualness I propped my bare foot against the doorjam and cocked my head.  He paused a step below me. 

"Hey stranger."  His voice rippled with amusement and he bared his teeth in a cocky smile.

"Hi there."  I reached for him and he stepped up, looming over me, dark and solid and smelling of juniper and musk, leather and mink oil.  My hands slid, hungry, needy, against the flat planes of his chest and under his leather jacket. He cupped my jaw, dragging his thumb over my lower lip.

"Dinner in the oven?"

I shook my head, my lips parting in a soft gasp when he pressed me back, the corner of the molding pressing along my spine and into the crease of my ass.  The porchlight threw his face into stark dark shadows and my stomach coiled and twisted in nervous desire.  "I haven't started it," I whispered and his thumb stole between my parted lips.  My tongue molded to the rough calloused pad, my lips sealed around his knuckle and I sucked lightly.  He groaned and pressed into me, his free hand stealing along my hip and down to hook behind my knee.

After an afternoon torn between memories of our past and those of my neighbor's voice climbing in orgasm, begging for release, I was completely beyond thought.  I didn't care that he had me pinned, sucking on his thumb, his rigid cock rubbing against my mound, right there on my front porch, the light above us, where anyone could see.  All I could think about was the need thumping between my thighs with each heartbeat.

His hand cupped my ass and he ground into me.  I moaned my relief when his lips finally replaced his thumb.  There was something about the way Nathan kissed me that no one else had ever come close to repeating.  He devoured me, consumed me, teasing me with lips, teeth and tongue until I was liquid and at his mercy.  Only then, when I teetered on the edge of begging for relief did he twist us through the door and shut it behind us. 

I was on my knees immediately, tugging at his belt, desperate to taste his cock.  He chuckled and tsked at me.  "Oh no, sweetheart, not so fast."  Nate pulled me to my feet and spun me around.  "Stand still."  His voice rang with solemn intent and I shivered.  It was apparent we would not ease into things, this time.  I heard his belt slither through his beltloops.  When he tapped my shoulder with the leather tongue I crossed my wrists behind my back.  With a few efficient twists my arms were caught, the leather digging with delicious pressure into the sensitive skin.  I would have marks, tomorrow. And likely not just those.  My breath left me in a gasp when his grip dropped to my bound hands and propelled me towards the couch. 

When my thighs hit the arm he stopped, using them to steady me as I swayed forward.  "God I've missed you," he growled over my shoulder, his hands parting the buttons of my blouse, the last one pinging off into a corner in his haste.  He shoved it off my shoulders, leaving it trapped against my back by my arms. 

I was soaked.  I wanted him inside me and I wanted him there immediately.  He nudged me off balance and I tipped over the arm of the couch, my ass pointing up, my cheek pressing against the cushion.  Air fanned against the bare skin of my ass as he shoved my skirt up over my hips and against my bared pussy.  I'd made no attempt at wearing panties.  He groaned and his fingers slicked between my swollen lips. 

"Oh please," I whimpered, shimmying my feet into a wider stance.  He dipped inside me and I cried out.

"Such a little slut."  His filthy words made my cunt clench around him.  "But you're my slut, aren't you, Dre?"  I shivered and nodded, whimpering, my hips rocking onto his fingers. 

"God, Nate," I gasped.

His chuckle slithered down my spine and coiled into me.  We'd always approached our casual benefits with playful intensity.  This was different, and I felt my body temperature rising, my hunger deepening.  He dragged his drenched fingers from my slick heat and up over the tight pucker of my ass.  He teased at it, rolling the pads of his fingers around it over and over. 

A different hunger began to build. My lust clouded brain fumbled at it until the head of his cock bumped against my clit.  "OHhh yess," I hissed, tilting for him.  He slid his swollen glans through my juices, slicking it, and I nearly came when he stroked it against my clit. 

"Want it, baby?" 

I whimpered and nodded, pushing onto my tip toes then bending my knees, trying to urge him inside.  He dropped a large, calloused hand onto my hip and pressed his fingers into me.  I stilled.  I shook from head to toe when he nudged against my entrance. 

"Tell me," he growled, his fingers tightening.  I groaned at the five blossoms of heat. I would have bruises to match later.

"Fuck me, Nate, please," I whined, fighting the urge to squirm back onto him.  He leaned over my back, letting his cock skid along my slit to bump my clit again and pulled me back against his chest.  His skin glowed hot into me, his chest hair tickling my shoulders. 

"Tell me again, Dre. I'm not wearing a condom, and I didn't bring any.  Tell me you want me to fuck you, come in you."  His voice was harsh with passion in a way I'd never heard it.  He rocked his hips against my ass and blooms of pleasure exploded like water droplets whenever his cock nudged into me.  My brain scrambled.  I wanted him.  And the thought of feeling him naked and raw inside me made my cunt flood.  OH my god...what am I considering....he's been away for a year... who knows what he's done, where he's been. But.  but he's Nathan.  MY Nathan...and he would never do anything to hurt me...at least...nothing that I didn't want.  And to feel him come inside me.... 

He waited with exquisite patience, his breath fanning against my shoulder, as my thoughts tumbled and twisted.

"Fuck me, Nathan," I repeated, tilting my hips, pushing back into him.  A low, feral sound ripped from him and he stood back up.  I cried out when he thrust into me, seating himself against in one hard deep slide, my muscles screaming as they stretched to accept him.  He held himself deep for a moment, panting against my back, then began to rock his hips in a slow rhythm. 

I moaned.  He felt so good, filled me so completely.  Each deep rock nudged his glans against my cervix, making my cunt flutter around him.  It had always seemed that, unlike other lovers, I was made to fit him, and he to fit me.  When I began to try lift to meet him he grabbed my hips and drove into me, each thrust lifting me onto my toes.  I was at his mercy, pitched over the arm, my cheek shoving into the couch, my nipples dragging roughly against the fabric.  It was exquisite and my orgasm loomed.  I lost all control when he let go of my hips and grabbed hold of my bound wrists.

My arms pulled at my shoulder sockets and the leather dug into the delicate undersides of my wrists.  He leaned back, pulling me up slightly and I groaned as his angle changed.  My breaths came in small gasps.  His fingers dipped between us and pulled my juices up to tease against the tight rosebud of my ass once more.  I whimpered and my hips twisted against him. 

"Tell me you want it," he rasped.  I shuddered, and he kept his steady rhythm, refusing to increase it, to let me come.  Without my hands I couldn't tip myself over the edge.  He pressed his finger a little deeper and I shuddered, suddenly wanting it.

"God," I groaned.  His finger pressed lightly in and out, just enough to give a darkling hint of what he was offering, of what I was deperately aching to feel.  "Yesss, Nate, please," I begged hoarsely.  My muscles were fluttering along his length, pulling at him, urging him.

Slicked with my own arousal he pressed a finger inside.  I grunted and drooped, limp, against his hand, letting me weight hang on my arms.  With his cock stroking steadily in my cunt and his finger working into my ass my orgasm reared and held, making me shake and keen with need. 

When he'd worked his thick middle finger into me up to the knuckle he began to fuck me in ernest once more. Each thrust drove his finger into my ass, his cock into my cunt.  The feeling flowed through me like molten lava and suddenly I was coming, my muscles rippling, clamping, clutching at him over and over and over. He thrust hard, lifting me off my feet entirely, impaling me on his length, his cock twitching and jerking as he spent himself in side me with a hot flood shouting his pleasure.

"Mine," he growled with his last spurt, pulling me onto him still further.  I shook, a last aftershock milking at his shaft.

"Yes, Nathan, yours."

Want

Desire scrapes the psyche.
I am bruised, sore,
Battered, inside.
 
Invisible wounds,
Self-Inflicted.
Raw, tender,
I pick,
keep them open.
 
I want.
Need.
Crave.
Denial is the
Whip.
 
Shivering with desire,
Wrapped in words,
I hide the wound again.