“I do know because that’s how good you feel too,” I told her.
Natalie had gotten her pretty drunk. I hadn’t seen her quite this far gone before. She usually stopped drinking before this point.
“Come inside.”
We walked in and I thought about just throwing her down on the couch and kissing her until I made up for lost time but I wanted to make it to the bed so we didn’t fall asleep on the couch and wake up with weird pains from bad sleeping positions.
“Here we go,” I sat her down on the bed and looked at her.
She peered up at me, through cloudy eyes and my heart pounded.
“I missed you.”
She shook her head, no, all solemn.
I felt her try to pull me down again to kiss her. She was acting all serious and needy but she was definitely intoxicated. I felt the desperation in her.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
There was something. I knew my girl and whatever happened tonight couldn’t have been all good.
“I just need you,” she said, tugging at me.
“Okay, I’m here.”
I crawled up on the bed and lay down, waiting for her to turn and do the same. She climbed onto my body all desperate. I just set my arms aside until she was settled and then I hugged her to me.
She lifted her head and I saw her above me, looking a little sad and a lot hungry for me. I wanted her to feel better. Even if she didn’t tell me what was up I wanted that gone. I reached up and pulled her down with a hand on her neck and kissed her.
“Mmmm, your kisses are always the best.”
She pushed her lips onto mine again and I felt her tongue in my mouth tasting mine as her hands dragged and tugged at my skin. She made small desperate whimpers as she stole more kisses and pleaded silently for me to take and touch her too. Something had happened. I could tell. She only got like this when she was emotional.
I wanted her skin on mine. I wanted to kiss her all over and touch her where the dress was keeping me away.
“Baby, get up. I want to take your dress off.” Her mouth had been at my neck and she’d been tugging on it with one of her hands. When I talked though, she pushed into me again and kissed me a little rough, trapping my body a bit with half of her own. She basically ignored me and kept on touching like I hadn’t asked a thing.
I felt her thigh push up between my legs as she nearly climbed to kiss me harder again.
I don’t think she was hearing words. She was having urges and acting on them without thought. She was sort of animalistic right now.
“Fuck,” I whispered as she pushed her thigh into my center.
Alright then, I switched gears. She could have me. Always.
I kissed her again, pressing my fingers into her side as I battled her. I wanted to just feel it like she was. So, I let go of all the thoughts and remembered how I’d seen her in the strip club. That was strange and perfect. It forced me to feel.
That was what she responded to now. Need meeting need and we were off like there was nothing but just the two of us in this world. She pushed my hands down into the bed and pressed her body into mine.
She let go of one of my wrists and shoved her other hand between our bodies. She pushed my shirt up and I gasped when her hand squeezed tight on my breast. It had been awhile since she felt like this and sometimes I forgot how fierce she could be when she wanted me.
She could hurt me too and that took me to another place with her. We crossed that path so rarely since I’d scared her away from it. She was putting so much pressure on my body that I groaned and she pressed even harder.
Oh yes, after this night I wanted it. Olivia and I had a lot of sex but I’d stifled part of myself because of fear. I didn’t want to become like him but I wasn’t and couldn’t. I’d never torture someone for the pleasure of torture. There were lines and however fine they were I’d never cross them.
I’d always stop anything I was doing if Olivia wanted me to. Now, I was letting her do whatever she wanted. I calmed as she moved her hand down, letting go of my other wrist.
She started to take my pants off and I helped. It took a second as they hung on my shoes and she had to take them off before. She was getting frustrated with the delay. I looked down at her from the bed and smiled. She threw the pants and came back up the bed smoothly putting herself between my legs.
I felt her hands fall down on either side of me and then she grabbed my neck and pulled me to sit up. She was fast, tugging my shirt off and throwing it. Next thing I knew, she had me pulled into her by a hand at my neck and then another at my bra strap. I felt her tongue scrape the skin on my neck right over my pulse before her teeth bit down on my skin and then tugged.
As she bit me, I felt her tugging my bra-strap down.
That hand of hers on my neck made its way back into my hair, I felt her fingers expertly twist and then tighten as she pulled my head back and licked up my neck, unrelenting, to lead her mouth to my ear. “I’ve been wanting this all night,” she rasped, toying with me. I felt her pushing my face up into her breasts. She still had her dress on but I felt her all the same, that dress didn’t really leave much to the imagination.
While she did this she unhooked my bra.
Next then I knew she pushed me back hard and I was laying down again just under her while she stared.
“Did you get a lap-dance, baby?” She asked, riding me all of a sudden. She moved her legs to straddle me. Sitting up, her thighs spread over my center and her dress rose as she pushed her center right down over mine, rubbing down into me and grinding hard right away. She wasn’t playing.
I felt her hands come down to my neck as she kept rubbing into me and holding me there since she knew what I liked. She was openly horny, maybe the horniest I’d ever seen.
“Yes, Skylar bought one,” I got out through strained breaths.
I swallowed and felt the impossible feeling of flight in my mind.
“I was all awkward but then she turned into you and I relaxed. You told me to relax and I did. Then she turned back into the stripper and I was fine. I liked it after that.”
I wanted her to know that even when she wasn’t there she actually was.
“That’s right,” Olivia panted as she rubbed and rubbed getting herself close. “‘Cause you’re mine,” she said, squeezing her fingers around my neck as her eyes sprung open to lock with mine.
“Yes, no matter who touches me. I’m yours.”
Her hand tightened on my throat and the last of my words came out as a whisper. This was the core of us. A desperate need to pull in the essence of each other, to own each other: heart, soul, and body.
“That’s right,” her voice strained as she rubbed and rubbed fast and hard until I knew she had cum. She slowed and gasped and breathed all heavy and hot. “Fuck!” She said, coming down, or at least, trying to.
That look, I could die from it and for it. I whined under her hand. I was unable to look away from the bright green that looked down on me, a little more satisfied than she was before.
“Baby,” I choked out.
My intent was not to make her stop or relent. I wanted more.
“What?” She asked, wiping her face with the back of her wrist and looking back down.
“I need you to fuck me,” I said.
“Yeah?” she said, smiling all evil with her mouth a little open and that look of a challenge in her eye.
My mouth fell open a little. She was a devil right now. I loved her.
“No, I don’t.”
I changed my story, messing with her right back. I wanted her mad.
“Oh, okay,” she said, rubbing into me one last time and coming up slow to dangle her breasts right over my face as she moved to get off me and be done.
“Fuck you,” I said, grabbing her waist. I was grinning now.
“That’s right,” she panted, smiling.
“So, you’re the only one that gets off tonight, I see.” I flicked my fingers up her body, squ
eezing her nipple hard as I went. “That’s no fair.”
“Uhhh!” She whined, her body rising from the place where I put the pressure. “It’s not like you even had to do anything,” she mocked.
“Still counts,” I said, tracing lazy circles on her stomach. “It’s not my fault that whatever Natalie had you out doing turned you on that much.” I stopped my movements and looked up at her. “Maybe I should have let Devon get me off like she wanted to,” I raised an eyebrow.
“That’s fucked up, baby,” Olivia whined, already beginning to naturally ride me again. All my words were doing things. “Natalie gave me something,” she said. “Some white pill. It’s made me all…” She pushed into me to demonstrate. “I’ve been craving your skin all night,” she explained.
“Was it X?”
“I didn’t ask,” Olivia panted, forcing my hand up her body to feel her form and be generous. When she made her way up to the top of her dress she used my hand to tug on it and the top of it came down. I got to see more skin but her bra still needed removing.
“X used to make me horny as fuck.” I moved my hands myself now, taking off her bra and tossing it. I peeled the dress down and tapped her hip so she would get up. I wanted it off.
This time she heard me and I watched as she obeyed.
“Mmmmm, yes. That’s what I wanted to see.” Looking at her was so much better than looking at strippers. She made my entire body sing.
“You’re so fucking hot. I just want to fucking tear you up.”
I leaned up, capturing her breast in my mouth and sucking hard, biting down on her nipple and putting a hand on her back so I could push her body into my face.
Her back arched and her hands swam into my hair as she held her breath and then whined through a shudder. “Fucking do it then,” she bit, once she could breathe.
I pulled my face away, still sucking her skin in until the very last second and then letting it go. I licked my lips and looked up.
“Maybe.”
Olivia spread her legs and pushed into me, pulling my hair so my head would fall and she could kiss me all ravenous again. “You’re such a jerk,” she breathed, all frustrated, as she pulled her face to the side of mine and forced herself to stop kissing me.
“Yeaaaah.” I moved my hand lower on her back until I could feel her ass, then I stopped for a moment. I wanted to feel her so badly. I bit my lip hard, hoping that I would taste blood. I didn’t so I kept doing it, harder and harder and then I was rewarded with the metallic tang I’d been thirsting for.
“Mmm,” I groaned, pulling back and making her kiss me again.
The blood mixed over our lips and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste it.
She slowed all of a sudden and pulled my head back to look down. I felt her fingertips on my lip and watched her eyes as they drunkenly searched. The next thing I felt was her lips coming down right over the new wound as she sucked on it.
I was on fire. My center clenched and I moved only a little as she took my blood in and made me feel so many things. I couldn’t help it. I had my own strangeness. It was human. It was my need for her to take me inside.
I moved my hand down and felt my center, going straight for my clit so I could cum fast.
“No!” She growled, pulling away and taking my hand away. She pushed my face into her chest and whispered, “Let me,” right into my ear.
I knew it would get something out of her. She wouldn’t just let me. She wanted to and I wanted her.
“Okay,” I panted.
“Thank you,” she said, almost pained as she held my face to her chest and reached her other hand down to touch.
“Yes,” I said, anticipating what she would do.
My legs fell open a little more so she could touch me better. I’d been thinking about this since I saw her instead of Devon.
“Baby, I wanted you so much tonight. Funny how naked women just make me think of you.”
Her fingers had been extra close but when I talked she pulled them back up my body and leaned back to look at me. I felt two of her fingers on my lips and sliding into my mouth at the center. She watched for a second and then French kissed that part of my lip she knew I’d made bleed.
Her fingers moved over the length of my tongue and I felt them push deep before she slowly pulled them out of me.
She watched me, sort of wrapped, and I felt her wet fingers enter my folds. Her mouth opened as they did and her eyes flickered as she was watching my eyes while she touched me.
“I could’ve done some really bad things tonight,” she explained.
“Yeah? What kind of bad things?”
She was a little serious now. I blinked, knowing I’d probably brought up something that was going to keep her from touching me for awhile longer.
I was forever sabotaging myself with words.
Her fingers dipped down into my center and pushed in as she pulled me close. “Anything you could possibly think,” she said, pushing in deep and filling me.
“Natalie?” My eyebrow rose and I grunted as she pushed in. “Fuck.” I tried to breathe but she kept going. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
“Yeah,” she panted, pulling out of me slow and then pushing in harder. “Bullshit,” she said, pulling me back so she could see my face as she felt me inside.
My tongue peeked out and I tasted the place I’d bit earlier. “Really. I’d rather had been there when it happened but I wouldn’t be mad. You’re mine. You come home to me. No one else.”
Her face changed and she seemed kind of angry with me. For a second she paused and stared. Then all of a sudden, she started fucking me fast and hard.
There would be no more words. I was moving against her hand without thought, pure animal. Instinct to feel it and hurt and be taken by her was more important. She was fucking my thoughts away.
I groaned and started to cum as she kept going. I wiggled against her, the pain coming as I did. She was always more gentle with me and now it didn’t take much considering. She had me gone and was reeling me back in for a second orgasm. I came again and she pushed me back, leaning down to taste my sex.
“FUCK!”
I shook with the power of her. She brought me up a third time and I crashed into her face with my center. I felt like waves.
“You gotta stop. Oh god,” I sighed.
She sucked my clit extra hard and stared up at me as she pulled herself away to finally breathe. I felt her hand patting my clit a few times in a row as she finally gave in and let me be.
It was perfect. Just what I needed.
I pulled her toward me. “I love you.”
“Debatable,” she huffed a bit bother.
I felt her fall down ontop of me and hungrily kiss my skin.
“No, it’s not.”
I let her be for a second.
“I pissed you off, huh? I told you I was working through my jealousy shit. I guess tonight your words. It wasn’t really you but it was in my head. It clicked. I’m not like you. I don’t see the good in people’s intentions right away. I can’t when I expect everyone to be shitty to me. You’ve been the only one I trust to not fuck me over.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying about me, babe…” She mumbled quietly. Her lips were just tasting my body lazily.
“I’m saying you’re a more generous person than I am when it comes to other people. You understand them more and you can see why they do things. I just get mad and don’t allow for their side of stuff.”
“Is this your roundabout way of calling me a slut, Avery, ‘cause it’s not fuckin’ nice.”
“No!” I couldn’t believe she said that. “This isn’t about sex. Fuck. It’s about getting people… Understanding them. God, baby. I’d never call you that. I fucking hate that word. I’ve been called that word and I’m pretty sure I’ve slept with a lot more people than you.”
She began to try and crawl off of me.
“Where are you going?”
She stopped,
came back, but didn’t speak.
“Why is it bad that I think you’re better at understanding people’s motives than I am? Or did I say it in a way that was insulting?”
I was serious. I wanted her to explain because that’s what I was saying. This was exactly what I was talking about. I said things and I thought they were good things and then she just got mad and I didn’t get why. What had I done?
She was stiff ontop of me but she sighed.
I waited for her words and I felt like she was going to talk but she didn’t. I wondered how long I should wait.
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