Eyes

I stare into your lovely dark eyes. Your eyes fill my field of vision; at this moment they are my whole world. Our faces are so close together that we breathe and exhale each other, although your breath comes in rapid gasps and moans.

“Do not blink!” I hiss. “Look into my eyes. Only my eyes.” Through what I can feel is a great effort of will, your eyes regain their focus on me and a muf­fled “mmmh-​uh” is all that escapes you.

I do not see my hands on your naked body. I do not need to. Nor do I need to see the effects my hands have on you, I can smell the mix­ture of plea­sure and pain emanate from your pores. I breathe in deeply the sweet scent of your exhaus­tion, your desire to shut down and let the expe­ri­ence take you over. To relax and let the wave of emo­tions engulf you. But I will not let you. This is tor­ture for you, and I know it.

Invol­un­tar­ily, your eye­lids start to spas­ti­cally close again. Your face is cov­ered in a slight sheen from your ordeal. You are so radi­antly beau­ti­ful when I have you at this point. But it is not about me right now. It is about you. And I will call you back once more before let­ting you go.

With­out los­ing touch with your skin, my hands travel up and down your body. My left hand weaves its fin­gers into your long, silken hair, and my right traces its knuck­les on the top side of your left breast. Then, simul­ta­ne­ously, my left hand yanks your head back while I fol­low your face with mine so my eyes are right in front of yours and my right hand pinches your nip­ple with all its might.

“You are mine!” I speak in a sur­pris­ingly even voice con­sid­er­ing my pent-​up desire for you. Your eyes and mouth snap open, star­tled, and your body starts shak­ing. As I cover your lips with mine you twist your face in a mix­ture of plea­sure and pain, let­ting out a plain­tive, wail­ing scream into my lungs. I hold you like that while your body thrash and your arms flail and you are com­ing and falling deeper and deeper into dark­ness. As you come, I twist and turn your nip­ple, I rel­ish in my inner sadist and I do every­thing I can to fuel the fiery cords of light I imag­ine I can see between your nip­ple and your clit and your heart.

At final last your body stops spas­ming and your erratic breath is giv­ing way for a steady, slow rhythm. I release my grip on your nip­ple and ten­derly cra­dle your head to rest on the pil­low below it. For a moment I watch the beauty of the rav­aged body before me. And as you fall asleep, I qui­etly remove my clothes. I grip my cock that has been so hard for so long that it feels numb and give it a few sav­age strokes. It is oh, so ready.

I care­fully posi­tion myself so that my cock is aimed right at the entrance between your splayed, creamy white thighs. Your chest is slowly heav­ing in the trusted gen­tle hold of sleep. Your breasts are already start­ing to show the bruis­ing from my ear­lier admin­is­tra­tions and they are cov­ered in the same deli­cious sheen as your relaxed face.

I lower my body frac­tions of inches and I can feel the heat from your core against the tip of my cock. I can feel the silken folds part to let me enter. I intend to stop to lis­ten to your breath once more, but my own body betrays me. It has decided that there is a female body await­ing to wel­come it inside and before I know it I feel my stom­ach mus­cles tighten and I shove myself into you with full force.

You rasp a sharp intake of breath and your eyes snap open, star­ing right into mine.

“Now it is my turn,” I inform you with a stran­gled voice, before bend­ing down to bite your lip until I can taste the sweet­ness of your blood.