Page 35 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
I bounce harder, “yes”. Increasing my pace, “You feel like freedom and wild dreams.” The clash of the piercing never fails me as it presses right where it should.
“You are the embodiment of desire and addiction perfectly orchestrated to bring me to my knees.” He says in a rough tone.
How does he come up with these words?
Panting heavily, “Please.”
“You’re the one dictating everything. What do you want?” he groans.
“Touch me with your words.”
A moment of silence passes as I continue to bounce on him.
“I’ll fuck you hard against a wall repeatedly and make you scream.” He says.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I moan loudly, my pussy convulses around him.
He takes a shaky breath, grunting. “Go on.”
“I want to come all over your cock,” I reply.
He moans. “Then come all over my cock and don’t stop till you finish me.”
My resonating cry of pleasure ruptures my lungs as that itch gets the scratch it’s been waiting for. I can’t get enough of him. Of this. Of us. It has a hold on me unlike any other.
I spasm around his cock as release hits me, making my eyes snap open, I stare at him as I drag my orgasm to the edge of insanity. Yet, I’m sane. We both are. Immersed in each other’s orgasmic sounds.
After the aftershocks subside, Luka reenters the room, a warm washcloth in hand. “Can I clean you?”
In a dreamy voice, I answer, “Yes, thank you.”
Gently, he separates my folds and taps the washcloth on my center. The genuine smile casting his features signals his delight in the act of nurturing me.
He revives the numbness that resides within me. For a long time, I believed I was the problem. I was the broken one who couldn’t enjoy and be satisfied.
No, I wasn’t.
I just needed more. I needed chemistry. Trust. Connection. Care. Intentions. I pleaded for someone who would see more in me. Someone who will be willing to coerce my body into submission which I was willing to give.
I love control at times but more than anything I like giving it away and seeing what comes my way. I’m a sucker for anticipation. I prefer jumping into the unknown rather than predicting every move. It’s boring and what’s the fun in it? I always treated sex as an unpredictable experience. In all the best of ways.
My mind goes in a million different directions daily. My overthinking mind calculates every aspect, angle, and result of every situation I’m in. And for once, I put it to rest.
With Luka, it fills with peaceful silence. Effervescence. And crude awakening.
Maybe I can enjoy all worlds. I can have a job I love and am passionate about, companionship with someone I truly desire, and erotic sex that leads to more sex.
The number of orgasms I had with Luka is unconventional. He made me feel like myself. Like my fantasies aren’t odd. Or misconducted.
Our desires align in ways we can’t explain except the fact we seek the other.
I want to feel alive. I’m going through the notion and I’m tired of it. I’m over bad dates. I can only blossom when someone ignites the spark within me like he does. Accept my adventurous side and walk with me through the halls of exploration.
Yet, he never said vocally he wanted more from me; another day; more time.
Fuck, I don’t want this to end. Is that make me crazy?
