“Keep resting…keep your eyes closed,” he murmured.
He paused and got up; soon, she could smell sage burning. A familiar smell as she’d bought sage incense once. He was back at her side, now running his fingers through her hair, but in no ordinary way. No, he dug his fingertips into her scalp, applying slight pressure as he moved them around, as if trying to increase the blood flow.
“Damn that feels good…” How could a head rub be so therapeutic and so erotic at the same time?
“Let me talk to you, about the moon…” he said, continuing his massage. “The moon holds the keys to our memories. It unlocks historical personal references of elation and condemnation. It is our personal healer. Tonight, there is a full moon. That brings out a person’s true nature, their animalistic side. The things that give us the most satisfaction oftentimes are tied to experiences in our early childhood.”
Can he read my thoughts?! Of course not… I was just thinking about my childhood; how can he be so in tune with me?
“We try to mimic those emotions, those feelings, by chasing the moon… We go to other vices to duplicate the first time we fell in love, kissed, the first time we got a wonderful birthday gift. The moon stores all of those treasures and it stores the bad stuff, too. The time we fell off our bike. The time one of our parents, in a fit of rage, told us off or embarrassed us in front of our first crush. Tattoos, Milan, are addictive because they are a form of healing. Tattoos are tied to the moon. The people that gravitate towards them want to be in pain, in order to receive maximum pleasure. It’s called purging, kind of like sweating a cold out. I lived in constant pain to remind myself that I was alive, and had so much to live for…”
He’s killing me…
She felt his fucking rock hard dick brush against her pelvis as he continued to lazily draw with the feather and his hands across her damn body.
“We must not leave the Earth without ever experiencing loving someone, and someone loving us back. If we are open to our moon, it will ensure that we have that, at least once. I believe that you called my shop not just for a tattoo, but for healing. Your moon drew you to that. My moon made sure I heard you calling. I liked the sound of your voice on the other end. I said to myself…” He continued to trace her skin, making her flesh goose bump to his touch and throaty, sensual words. “She sounds sexy as hell…”
Milan tossed her head back and laughed, arching her back, which gave him access to run that damn feather down her throat. He pressed his fingertips into the pit of her stomach, bringing forth a moan from somewhere deep within. Her pussy pulsated as he continued to touch and speak.
“Then, when I saw you that first time, well…you made my fucking dick hard.”
She swallowed, clutching a bit of the thick black fabric on the bed.
He leaned in closer then, to speak into her ear. Tossing the feather aside, he ran his hands up and down her stomach, careful to not disturb her love zone.
“…And then when I spoke to you, and saw you crying, you made my heart soft…” She heard his breathing increase as his lips hovered by her face.
“And then, when I gave you your tattoo, and we talked all night…you made my brain happy…because, you’re smart…opinionated, and not afraid to show it. Mmmmm…” His deep, husky moan stirred her groin like a spoon in a pot. He kept his hand over her panties, venturing down, rubbing her ever so subtly over the material.
“Uhhh…” She pushed into him, ached for his touch.
I can’t take much more of this!
Her horniness at a fever pitch, she lifted her ass off the sheets. He gently shoved her back down by placing his hand on her shoulder, but his fingers kept moving, roving over her again and again until she’d saturated her damn underwear.
He clasped his hands together behind her, and dug them into the hollow of her lower back. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he drew on it, brought it forth. His tongue rotated around the damn thing all while his lips clasped around it.
Oh my God he’s got skills!
The mixed pain and pleasure made her pussy lips soften and coat in honey elixir, but damn him! He wouldn’t touch her clit, would do nothing more than orally massage her breasts — and it was driving her insane. He pressed a bit harder into the pit of her lower back, causing her to utter groans of discomfort, but the sensations he gave her with his tongue added fuel to the fire, and she knew that somehow, if he stopped pressing into her, his sensual touch would lose its effect.
“Uhhhh!” She tossed about, losing herself.
“That’s it, Milan…that’s it. Just let go…relax. I’m pressing into your back, and it may hurt a little, to help your body release the pain and tension you’ve stored in it. You keep your grief in your back, neck and shoulders, even more so than your gut I’ve noticed and it rests here when you relax. It doesn’t go away; it just makes you believe that it has, so you can get through your day. But I’m here to tell you that tonight, I’m going to make it vanish for good…”
He pressed a bit harder.
“Oh God!”
“Tell me when you can’t take it anymore…”
“I can’t take it anymore, now! That…really hurts!” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and before she knew it, he plunged his hand into her panties, keeping her down with the weight of his body, forcing her into the plump, black pillow and sheets, their erotic canvas shimmering with candlelight.
“Ohhh!” She arched her back when he pressed his lips to her jawbone, and his shoulder pinned her down nice and hard. His fingers were doing things, moving fast and quick as if they’d been trained in aerobics. His long fingers sprawled, then drew closer together until he cornered her clit between two knuckles and grinded them gently against her bud. “Mmmm! Oh God!”
After removing the pressure from her back, he moved both hands across her bare pussy, sending her into sensations she never knew possible. One hand held her flower wide open while the other danced in her valley, taking her there.
“Mmmm!” She gripped his arm, her fingers digging into it with no mercy. “I think…”
“You’re going to climax…let it happen…let it happen…Shhhh….” He cooed in her ear. “Just relax…”
He kept on and on until she was practically curled in a fetal position, her hands bear-hugged around his neck as his lean, muscular arms continued to strum her like a guitar.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” She arched into him, her eyes feeling wide as she took in the ceiling, noticing the damned thing seemed to practically sparkle now. “Ahhhh… Oh God…” Her pelvis bumped and vibrated against him; he kept her steady in his strong grip as the pleasure exploded within, in a billion pieces.
“Goooood, baby….” He whispered in her ear, then gently layered kisses up and down her cheek. “Perfect…”
Panting, she found it difficult to catch her breath. He continued to gently kiss her, relaxing her just so. She finally settled and gradually ran the back of her hand over her forehead.
“Oh boy…that…that was intense.”
Cradling her, he looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. She smiled back.
“So, you think that would be enough?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, I need your dick, Julian.”
This caused him to laugh so hard, he rolled over and almost fell out the bed. She followed suit, caught in the moment.
“It looks like I’m a little too relaxed…just saying any ol’ thing.”
“No, no,” he said, composing himself. “That’s good. I believe in complete honestly, especially about things like this. You need to speak up when you want something from me.” He leaned over and gently kissed her lips, then lay back down.
“It was really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before…whatever the hell you did...”
He ran a hand along his cock, then he pulled his underwear partially down.
“Julian, stop playing.” She was going to hit him, and hit him hard, if he didn’t get this show on the road.
> He cracked up laughing even louder this time, his hand landing lazily against his tight abs.
“Oh shit… You are so funny. I love it.”
Unable to take it anymore, she rolled over on top of him and tugged at the damn things. His cock seemed to swell against her groin; her wet panties bunched as she grinded against him and kissed him longingly. Burying his hand in the back of her hair, he kissed her just as diligently in return, and grinded against her, his pelvis working her to the bone.
A white boy with rhythm…it gets no better…
“Take ’em off…” he instructed between intense kisses.
She did as told, snatching his drawers down to his damn ankles. He kicked them away, but she didn’t notice where they’d landed because her eyes were too busy sizing this motherfucker up! Her mouth salivated at the sight before her. The long, thick member, veiny, and a couple shades darker than the rest of his body called her pussy by name. Equally amazing was the size of his balls, and though he had his share of pubic hair, he’d trimmed the black strands neatly. As she assessed him, mesmerized, he suddenly rose and cupped her dripping wet pussy with the cradle of his palm, then snatched the wet underwear off, causing it to fly across the room. He buried his head in between her breasts, then kissed them, his affections soft and warming…and then, he paused.
“Hold up…”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned and sat up, confused.
“All right, hold on a sec. He grunted as he reached toward his nightstand, pulled out the top drawer, and removed a box of unopened Magnums. He tore the damned thing open with his teeth, like a ravenous beast impeded by a thin barrier from his main course. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slid the thing on in a perfect, swift motion. His dick looked so thick and juicy, it seemed the extra large condom would not suffice. That alone turned up her internal heat impossibly hotter and higher.
It’s always the tall, slender mothafuckers that are packin’…
“Mmmmm…nice dick.” Unable to resist, she reached down and touched it, making it bob back and forth.
“He told me to tell you ‘thank you.’”
They both burst out laughing and before she knew it, she was rolling around like a ball down a slope when he grabbed her and turned her on her back. He smiled down at her, looking like a naughty little boy that got a one-day pass to get a little pussy, and before she could say a short prayer, he slid the thick head inside of her, making her scoot toward the headboard at the unbelievably tight introduction.
“Dammmmmn….” He moaned low and throaty, clinging close to her, wrapping his body around hers so that she could barely breathe. His warm breaths coated her as his hands found their place against her hips. He took slow, shallow thrusts with only an inch or two at a time, opening her up. He threw his head back in abandon. “Fuck! You feel so damn good! Shit!” Those sweet, flowery words he’d given her moments before were now replaced with the sexual utterances of a man wanting to give in to his primal desires.
Despite the monster between his legs, he was as gentle and loving as one could possibly be. “So tight…baby…” He groaned and slowly closed his eyes, disappearing within himself as he continued to push in and out of her, ever so careful. Then, he went a bit deeper.
Shit!
“Ahhhh! Ah…” She pushed on his pelvis, trying to slow his already snail-like pace.
Damn, he is huge…
“Does it hurt?” He paused, concern etched in his eyes.
“It’s just been a while…” She smiled sadly, pissed at how the situation was going down. In her mind, she had butterflies and lilies all over the place, a fairy dripping pretty, pink sparkling dust all over them, and the sun rose and set on their bobbing asses. Towards the end, they were supposed to be hanging from the chandeliers, singing songs of utter enchantment with vibrant melodies and then eating breakfast in bed, by candlelight… turkey bacon for her and tofu for him.
“I’ll take it a little slower…” He lovingly kissed her forehead and continued on until he was invested in a rhythm, pumping with due diligence and fortitude. “Is it getting better?” he asked with a school-boy grin, right before layering her chin and neck with sweet pecks.
She realized it didn’t matter if it had been a year or one hour since her last sexual encounter. Julian’s cock was huge, and it would take some getting used to, but damn did he know how to work it…
“Yes, it…it feels good now...real good…ohhh…” She held him a bit tighter, wrapped her thighs snugly around his narrow waist as he dove that big dick in and out of her, leaving her inked from the inside out. “Oh shit…” she gasped, barely able to keep afloat. The goodness turned into greatness, twisting her every way but loose. Relief was coming, in a way she never dreamed possible. She whined and braced herself, about to explode! The feeling crept from her stomach, inched its swarthy way down to her pussy petals, and hit the buzzer as he bumped lightly with each forward motion into her swollen love. Then, he sealed her fate when he rose on his arms, intensity showing in his eyes, love all across his damn face. He winked at her then, and she warmed with an internal squeal of delight as he marched within, faster and faster. Wrapping one hand across his ass cheek, she felt the damned thing compressing and the dimples on the side of his hip collapsing with each hard propel within her.
“Uhhhhh! Uhhh, shit…” He bit into his bottom lip and drew closer to her, keeping himself only slightly raised as he looked between their bodies, no doubt watching his own dick disappear and show again while he fucked her like he meant it. He ran his tongue along her earlobe, and hummed. The oddest thing, yet so befitting.
What song is that?
Then, she realized, it was no song at all. The vibration flowed through her temple and his thumb made tiny wet outlines across her clit as he kept pumping within her.
This sneaky, strange bastard!
“Ahhhh, ah!” She hugged him tighter.
“Release it…let it go!” he encouraged, as if feeling her astonishment that she was about to cum again. He slicked his thumb faster across her sensitive nub and dominated her entire form with his words, the pressure from his hard, strong body, his hand dedicated to her pleasure and his dick pushing her wide open, plunging deeper and farther than the depths of Hell. “Uhhhhh!” He grunted, his face reddened as a vein in the middle of his forehead and the side of his neck bulged. His eyes hooded, he gripped her thigh, heartily propelling inside her with no apologies. “Uhhhh, baby! Cum for me, baby…cum for me!”
…And she did as he asked.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” As if having an out of body experience merged with a spiritual awakening, she virtually climbed off the bed and hung from that archetypal chandelier she’d yearned for. So what that it happened all in her mind, she loved it all the same. Loved how he clung to her, keeping her tight in his grip, and ensured her hips stayed home to meet his continued demanding thrusts. He increased his pace, no doubt losing control of himself. Even a man like Julian had his limits with patience, and from the look in his eyes, his time was up…
“Ahhhh….Oh God…” Milan sighed as she fell back against the bed, suddenly aware that she was covered in sweat and hotter than a stolen car on a one hundred degree day. Her body had conked out, and now, all she could do was stare up at the man, who was pounding deep inside of her.
“Uhhhhh!!! Almost there!” he cried.
“Do it, let me see it!” she urged, suddenly filled with renewed life.
“Where do you want it?!” he screamed, fighting against the clock and his demanding cock.
“Cum on my stomach…”
Julian suddenly pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, causing a popping noise. Grasping one of her breasts, he stared into her eyes and pumped his cock a few, hard and fast strokes, forcing his creamy load to shoot onto her tummy. “Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Mmmm!” he groaned, jerking his dick hard and rigorously, covering her in his liquid appreciation. “Uhhhh….shit!” He sat up on his knees for a spell, his eyes closed, his heavily tattooed chest heavi
ng, and breathed hard and heavy. Ropey strands of sweat flowed down the man’s face like shower water in slow motion as his body glistened and contorted, making those damned tattoos dance as if they had legs, rhythm and reason…
He was…so beautifully made.
Milan looked up at him, her eyes struggling to focus as bits of blurriness took over her vision. During moments of clarity, she gained her appreciation of such a masculine, stunning display. Even if he had not had one illustration on his toned, fit, body, he still would be a walking piece of art that she wanted to study, savor and devour with her mind, body, and now, her tattooed soul. Julian’s temple shook against her, as if having an aftershock. He swallowed hard, let out a fractured breath, while she was afraid to blink, afraid she’d miss one glimmer of magnificence. She stared at his dick, now only half erect, trembling at the sight of its splendor, and surveyed the mess he made on her. Dare she admit it, the sight of it turned her on. Following her eyes, he glanced down at her, now reminded of his dick painting… Shades of white…
~***~
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You want to take a bath together?” he offered, sounding a bit winded.
Milan nodded and sat up slightly, afraid to disturb the sheets too much, lest she get everything sticky. She had no reason to worry. Julian excused himself, and in the distance, she could hear him preparing the waters, tinkling around in the bathroom. She noted the fast moving shadows, but not too fast…no, just the right pace to let her know he was hurrying, but not rushing.
Soon, he was back at her side and lifting her in his arms. Incense smoke bellowed from behind him in lazy clouds, daring to be observed as they waved their flagrant scents for them to enjoy. He carried her away like a new bride, looking lovingly down at her as the incense continued to pet her face and kiss her nose with pecks of Egyptian musk. When they’d entered the blue and black tiled bathroom, she was in awe how he’d taken the time to place on some new music, some funky chill remix of Freddie Joachim’s, ‘Sweep Away my Sorrows’. He’d lit flickering jade tea candles that made the bathroom dance with sensual flames…
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