Romance, Story

Writhing Night of Desire…

With emotions overpowering my senses, my eyes begin to water. I close my eyes, but one slips out anyways; tears creating waterfall. “I missed you so much. It hurt Rico. Don’t tell me to wait for you again, I can’t stand the distance.” He cups my face, stroking his thumbs across my cheeks wiping the tears being so close to him, leaves me breathless and lightheaded. He embarks a journey around my face, lips starts on my forehead, to my eyelids, cheeks and nose lastly, my lips. My lips dissolves into his, sensation shooting down into my womb, kissing both my upper lip and bottom lip with a bite, pulling at it with his teeth then sucking it to soothe the pain. “I won’t” he replies. “I won’t.” His fingers linger around the lace, that keeps my dress in place, impatient and wanton “open it”, didn’t even finish the words uttered as I feel chilliness clinching onto my skin and the material falling onto the floor.  

He wraps his arm around me whilst the other cups my bottom. Lifting me up instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as if it was so natural, as if we participated in this act countless times. Carrying the both of us to the middle of the bed, laying me on my back and him on top of me, feeling every inch of his body as our eyes connect in a silent conversation of need, with our chests pressing against each other and our legs intertwined with each other. The moonlight giving a flicker of light, luminescing against his hard features, illuminating his dark complexion. Feeling high with just being in his energy. My God have I missed him and was this better than my wildest dreams. He reaches over me to switch on the lamp brightening the room, providing us with a tinge of light.

“Kiss me Rico, I want you to touch me. I want all of you.”

“So demanding” he chuckles. “What makes you think you won’t have all of me, I am going to be so deeply buried inside of you, you’re going to feel me with every step you take” he whispers with a crooked smile. I suck in a sharp breath as his words sinks in relieving a moan, feeling pleasure rushing through me.

Tilting his head, he softly presses his full lips against my pouty ones. His hands tangling into my hair as he brings me closer to him. He lets out a groan as our lips meld into each other, with his tongue sliding into mine in a dancing twist, tasting me and sucking me unabashedly. I slide my hands to his head, digging my fingers to his scalp as I let out a whimper at the unfurling intensity of our intimacy. He drifts down my neck sucking and nipping, travelling further down my body to my breasts clad cream coloured lacy bra. Hearing his breath becoming laboured and him reaching to palm my ample breasts had my nipples digging into the fabric, letting out an agonised moan as he fingers my nipples that puckered at his attention. Reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra, successfully they release from their cage. Wanting. Wanting his attention. “Rico” I shamelessly moan, he returns it with his own blatant groan, biting his bottom lip, eying them with darkening gaze “fucking God, you’re going to kill me”. His kneading turns into squeezing, tugging on the nipple with a pinch, the pain-pleasure shoots straight between my legs, feeling heavy with need. His fingers were replaced with his lips as they clasp around a puckered nipple as he continues palming the other breast. I arch my breast towards his mouth like an offering; the imaginations being incomparable to reality. He returns the same attention to my other breast, sucking and tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing the pain with his mouth.

As he descends down my body, he mutters quietly to me, showering me with compliments and all the possibilities ahead. It was always his words, his unwavering attention towards me, his glances that made me truly feel beautiful and no one else held the torch, how could they when he was always the one that I wanted and desired. With him being here, worshipping my body, whispering words and touching me so delicately, a fire burns inside of me just for him, the suppressed need for only him needing to be unleashed. As he kisses down my stomach, towards my pelvis, feeling headiness as his lips brush against my inner thigh. So close. A tinge of nervousness hits me as I am reminded of my inexperience and my lack of intimacy. “Kalina” he groans, knowing that he’s waiting for my permission, the apprehensiveness lulls as my own pleasure for him speaks loudly “please, I want you to do it.” He removes my panties and throws them on the floor, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable. I would have felt embarrassed if it wasn’t the way he was looking at me; entirely in awe.

He presses open my legs wider, wedging himself between them as he throws one leg over his shoulder. “Such a beautiful pussy” he softly murmurs as his fingers stretch the opening, sliding his finger over the moisture, bringing it to the clitoris and sliding it down. Flexing his thumb, pressing and rubbing the clit in circles making me lose my mind. He inserts a finger inside, whilst sinking his face between my legs, licking the juices and lapping at it feverishly. My breasts feel heavy with laboured breathing and teary eyes accompanied the waves that are crashing within me, consumed with all the ways Rico is devouring my body. “Rico, please” as if there was a telepathic exchange of words, he adds another digit of his long and sleek finger. Wrapping my legs around his neck, arching my back as he thrust his fingers in a perfect symphony, lapping and sending wild vibrations against my clit, reaching up to squeeze my breast, whilst curling his fingers inside of me left me so close, and I told him so. As he continued thrusting inside of me. Going deeper and harder with each thrust and each flick of his tongue, applying pressure against my clit, my body convulsed, flooding with emotions and sensations, lost in the oceans of desire and intense high.

As I ride out my orgasm, Rico climbs on top of me crashing his lips down on mine, I moan as I taste my orgasm, sucking on his tongue with a clash of teeth. “Rico” I utter as he sucks on my neck being so lost in all of him. “Baby are you ready”, I knew what he was implying, and I wanted it. It didn’t scare me when he was all I trusted in that moment, I knew he would never hurt me, I knew that my body only seeks him and I knew after all this pain and waiting, it was going to be worth it. It is not about the sex, it never was, not with him. It was always about the intimacy, needing his soul as much as I wanted his body, needing to be close to him through our intimacy, needing him to know how I feel for him and for me to know how he feels for me. I was on the pill and I told him so, and as our eyes connected and our breath mingled with each other, I said “yes”. With him removing his last few pieces of clothing, and coming back to me, he lowers his body down, pulling my thighs wider.

He enters me slowly, analysing my reaction as he goes deeper. My eye squint and my lips roll as I adjust to his size, feeling so full and the agonising pain turning into pleasure as he slowly fills me. “Say something”, “I’m okay, I want you to go all in Rico”, “I don’t want to hurt you”, “but I want all of you.” He pushes back his body to take full control of the penetration, going deeper until I feel him in my womb, feeling so full, as he drives into me till the hilt. Gripping the bedsheets as he slowly drives in until we are completely connected. “I’m okay” I answer to his wondering gaze. My chest gets tight, something is intensifying within me as he begins to gently move inside of me, so slick and wet for him as he begins to move. “Rico more, please” I whimper “what do you want, baby,” “I want you to make me lose my mind.”

With that, Rico grips my hips, slamming into me, slick heat grips onto him. “Fuck, your pussy so tight. So wet for me.” “Rico, please.” He slams into me, impaling me with every thrust going deeper and harder, he reaches over my body to my breast pinching at the nipple shooting straight to my clit. Chanting his name like a prayer as he keeps driving into me, slamming into my pussy knowing I  truly won’t be able to walk. Feeling every inch of his glorious dick moving in slick and precise motions, pistoling inside me, meeting his every thrust with mine, feeling my orgasm building up and I told him so. He reaches down to kiss me, crashing his lips and I return it with the same eagerness, gripping his shoulders tight, running my hands through every inch of skin I can find as he speeds up the pace, knowing what is coming I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him tight. Closing my eyes as my desire heightens, clamping on his dick, feeling my body tightening around his. “Let go, baby” I call out his name in a gasp, my body writhing underneath him, falling apart in his arms as he buries his face in my neck, kissing the space at the side of my neck as he comes apart in my arms. Riding our release, running my hands through his back and him littering my face with kisses. “I missed you Rico,” “you’re mine, Kalina.”

“Don’t make me wait anymore Rico” “I promise, I’ll be here.” As he lifts himself up, I stop him wanting to be connected with each other, wanting him to stay inside me. As we lay on the bed, with me laying on his chest, sated and relaxed. Feeling his heart drumming loud against his chest and him running his fingers through my black strands, both sleek with sweat I feel content and more connected with him than ever. After everything we have been through individually, to come together and find our peace and happiness with each other, it makes every struggle and distance worth it to be one with Rico.

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Short Story

She could hear the waves crashing soothingly against the shore, making it sound like music in her ears, she could smell the beauty of the nature, of the earth tingling her nose. The refreshing smell of air coming through her windows. She had this sudden urge to get up and look out the window, look at the magical scenery.

Slowly, but surely she got out of her bed –  her muscles were not accustomed to movements, She felt as though, being alone was the only way to cope with her grief and sadness, She found it easier to cope with her grief, by pushing people away and isolating herself. It has been 15 years, since it had occurred, and yet, she has not forgotten every single moment of that day yet, what happened that day triggered her and became a barrier to her happiness and joy.

She was walking towards the window, with anticipation. She put her hands shakily on the edge of the windowsill, trying to calm her breathing down (exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling…..), she opened her sky blue eyes. Trying to catch her breath, however, failing to do so, she could feel her eyes becoming teary, the scenery in front of her was picture perfect. A stray tear fell from her eye, as she didn’t know how to react to the beauty that she was witnessing and the overwhelming emotions surfacing within her – the tension between her heart and mind becoming too much. The waves were still crashing softly and soothingly against the shore, the breeze was calm and was gently caressing her smooth deeply tanned skin. She could feel the tips of her full, plump lips turning upwards to a gentle smile. She looked upwards at the dark sky, feeling mesmerized at how beautiful and scenic the beauty before her was.

She whispered under her breath “how can something so beautiful, even exist in this cruel, dangerous world we live in.”

As she was looking up at the midnight black sky, she could see the stars twinkling, she felt as though she could see her Father and Mother who were scattered in various different places in the dark sky alongside, the other stars. She felt as though, they were there in her presence although, they were not here physically, they were here emotionally and mentally. As she was looking up at the stars, she felt as though the two bright twinkling stars were her Mother and Father, looking down at her proudly and happily, protecting her. The moon was shining brightly, lightly contrasting against the midnight black sky.

She could hear Knox calling her from the bedroom.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

Morgan felt her heart skip a beat like it always does, whenever, Knox speaks to her. She still cannot fathom, why after all these years he still stayed and stuck around.

“It felt like, outside was calling me” Morgan replied with a slight smile.

Knox was looking at Morgan the way he always does with: love and pure affection. His dark brown, honeycomb eyes were taking in every inch of her face and body, although, they have been together for 3 years he still looked at her like the first time he seen her, with pure admiration and wonder. He still couldn’t fathom how wonderfully, beautiful she was.

Morgan was a fragile and a young hearted woman although she was strong minded, she was very compassionate and likable, Her eyes had that raw uniqueness, how at certain moments and certain times, her eyes would change shade lighter when the sunlights hits, the irises in her eyes would twinkle every time she smiles or laughs.

Knox walked towards Morgan admiring the two breathtaking views in front of him. Knox softly says “Today is the day Morg, how are you feeling love?”
Morgan replied “I don’t know Knox. But, I am feeling happy. I mean, in this day I was never feeling happy or calm, just distressed and mourn for my Father and Mother to come back. But, today feels different, I can’t explain but, I feel like I have finally accepted the fact that my Father and Mother have left me, when I was 7 years old and are looking up at me from heaven, still protecting me and guiding me to be the best version of myself.”

The amount of joy Knox and Morgan were feeling, were unexplainable, indescribable even if they were happy for different reasons they were ecstatic. Morgan was feeling happy for, she finally found her inner-peace, the acceptance of her Father and Mother’s death, she felt like she can finally move on from what happened 15 years ago. Yes, she was happy with Knox, she was more than happy with him, however, there was still a part of her heart, that was still at her home, the home where she had both her parents – her family.

Where from that day, her life had changed completely upside down, how everything escalated so quickly, that the situation was uncontrollable, she couldn’t grasp what had happened 15 years ago. How her Father and Mother were held at gunpoint and seeing them die in front of her, was all that scarred and destroyed an innocent 7 year old.

Till this day: their death anniversary, she could picture the scene from the back of her head. Coming from a carnival, a beautiful, happy family who had no idea what was going to occur……. BANG BANG BANG! they disappeared. Morgan can still remember, how her Father and Mother were bathing in their own blood. How an innocent young girl watched the universe take everything of hers in a span of a minute. How she felt so confused and so lost. How footsteps surrounded her, people from the neighborhood rushing in to see the chaos, pushing and shoving to see what had happened. Everything happened so rapidly, the whirlwind of emotions that she went through, that consumed her. Scarring her, hurting her, taking her purity and taking away the perspective of the world that she had.  The police sirens blaring loudly almost deafening the silence the she surrounded herself with as she was in denial, in shock. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know whether to scream till her throat ran dry and till her lungs constricted begging for air or whether to cry. She didn’t know whether to laugh since the world was playing a sick joke on her, She didn’t know whether to stay rooted at her spot or to run away from the madness. She just didn’t know…

After 15 years, she let go……

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