Page 64 of Pragma
“A piece of rabbit, and you loved it,” he counters, sliding his arm under my head as he lies down on his side on the bed.
“Fuck you!”
“Already did.” His sated dick resting against my lower thigh is proof enough.
“We are going to fuck till your cock falls off,” I let him know.
“Thank you for the heads-up.” He is this playful only when in a good mood. I feel proud of myself since I must be the reason why. Not Joel. Me.
“Ramen first, I’m starving. Then we can go back to the dick dropping.”
I hear him snort as I grab my phone from the nightstand to order takeout. After I do, I start researching Shibari. If I want to be the one tied but dominant, I need to study a little.
“How about the snail tie? It looks interesting.” I tilt my head to the left to better take in the position. “It says here that it is an easier-to-hold sex position when the ropes are supporting you.”
“Maybe next time.”
“So there’ll be a next time.” I start caressing his chest as I keep scrolling down the pictures. “Wooo! How about this? Tie the right wrist to the right thigh, and the left wrist to the left thigh. If the receiving partner is a bit more flexible, try wrists to ankles. I’m super flexible, bunny. We could do role-play. I could be the ravished one.” I wink at him. He doesn’t respond, but his warm hand lands on my belly; the weight feels reassuring.
“I created a monster. We can do whatever you want,” he yields.
That’s what I like to hear. I’m forming a couple of erotic fantasies just by looking at these pictures.
“You’re all muscles, how is your skin so soft?” I ask him, mindlessly moving my palm over his abs.
“You never offered me plastic surgery,” he suddenly says, taking me completely by surprise. “For my face.”
I lower my phone to look at him. “Did you want it?”
He shakes his head. “Not even when people recoil at the sight.”
“Well point me to them, and I’ll maul them,” I hiss.
“You were never disgusted by my scars. You actually seem to like them.”
“I fucking do.” I prop my upper body on my elbows and give his left pec a long lick before biting it.
“Why?” His hand grabs the hair on my nape but doesn’t pull me away.
“I read somewhere that wounds are the passage where light shines through. If that’s the case, you are the most luminous person I know, River.” My fingers feel the scars. “You are…radiant.”
His eyes slightly widen. Lips part. His messy eyebrows frown slightly as our eyes lock, as if he’s trying to look for my motives. Then his mouth crushes down on mine. His whole body rolls over mine. Big, hot, and hungry for me.
This feeling of being with him, together like this, I don’t want to give it up for anything.
If someone had found him before me, would I still have been with him? The thought makes me feel sick and turns me feral at the same time. Because I’ve just discovered how deep my feelings are, I’ve just thrown myself into this pool of compli-fucking-cated emotions, and I’ll probably drown in it for him, as well.
Because I want us to becomeus.I don’t care how we get there. I don’t care if it’ll wreck me.
River
I’m waiting outsideKumicho’s hotel suite. She called me early this morning, ordering me to come see her. I left Aki still sleeping in his bed.
We’ve been trying new positions with Shibari; Aki is really fucking flexible and eager. The same guy that in uni asked me once if sex was overrated. He didn’t elaborate on it, but I discerned and later realized that he wasn’t a very carnal person.
Fuck, was I wrong.
In the last week, he’s become an expert at driving me insane. He is the most sensual tempter. Provocative, ingenious, and shameless. So damn shameless. A dangerous mix for my libido. And my heart.
