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55 | Apology

☆☆☆ Chapter 55 ☆☆☆

Apology

Every time it happens── every single time── it hits different, feels different.

Just the other night, the blood in my veins boiled over and overwhelmed me with something that pulled out the animal in me. I kept his head locked in place with the bare strength of my legs and clawed at his back, howled at the moon and stars and anything and everything, dead or alive, inanimate or not. I barely understood words and couldn't say any myself 'til the waves of pleasure were long gone from my system.

And tonight, as my heart beat right out of my chest and pangs of heat took hold of me, my eyes rolled over and saw the light of day when there was anything but, with the one and only exception being the pair of emeralds looking up at me from below. They were bright, bursting with a curious energy I couldn't for the life of me process in the middle of a frickin' orgasm.

My whole body shook and shook and shook as his eyes grinned along with the mouth that owned the craftiest of tongues. It forced me to let go of my iron grip on his hair and allowed him the freedom of messing with me some more to the point where I was out of breath and falling apart and coming undone and losing my grip on reality. For a second I even thought I was nothing but a speck of dust floating in the sky, and in another, I was sinking into my sweaty ruffled sheets. Of course, Daniel saved me from doing so by bringing me back up with a finger rub that had my toes curl. Not like I minded sinking in there though. Would've been hot to die like that. But then again dying means I won't ever be touched again so maybe not.

If possible I want to live forever so that I'll always have his face buried in between my legs. Nothing beats that. There'll always be an experience that I'll be missing out on since it hits different, feels different, every frickin' fucking time.

Seriously, it's always a brand-new trip. It's turned into a drug for me, the strong pull he makes me feel, that tingling sensation that makes my head go blank. He gets me high on lust all the time. And it's never enough. It will never be. I'm addicted, it's been clear to me since the first day I had a taste of it. And sure, when I try to learn it all on my own it feels good, it's a damn good, unique feeling, but with Daniel it's... unexpected, y'know? Just 'cuz it's not me doing it. And then adding the fact that it is Daniel makes it all the more better. What can I say? He knows his stuff.

I want him to go through this feeling one day, with me holding his hand or head or balls or whatever or... yea── oh, oh god, he's doing it again, I won't last──

I dropped like a fly onto the fluffiness of my bed and watched the ceiling spin around in circles again with that time for sure being my last 'cuz my body couldn't keep up anymore with all of the trembling and games going on (though I wish it did, it's only human). If there was any tension or stress or knots in my body, I couldn't remember them. They just didn't exist anymore. Literally every part of my body was at ease to the point where it bordered on me being paralyzed.

All while my head could do nothing but wish for more and more and so, so much more.

From the looks of it Daniel knew I wanted exactly that, but instead of actually doing it he kissed his way up to me, hanging out with my melons for a bit, and fell apart under my armpit with the reddest little face in the world.

"I love you," he wheezed, cuddling up to me.

"So much so that you can't breathe? Yeah I know. That's a problem you gotta fix. It's not that hard, y'know. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat."

"Ha, haha... I'll try." I felt his warm chest puff up. "Anything for you, Ane."

"Anything for me? Okay, if that's how you roll, then how 'bout you get back to what you were doing? Come on, get goin' with it I want your mouth back where it was," Daniel mumbled something against it on my rib. Something about his jaw. "Ugh! Okay fine, fine!" I growled, annoyed and desperate. "Here's somethin' a lil' easier for you then. How 'bout you not get me all jealous an' triggered by liking some dick in your mouth, eh? You pretty bi boy? Use yours on me, eh? How 'bout that instead? How 'bout now? All o' my mouths've been ready since forever," I teased, using what control I had of my hand to tickle his side. "That way yours can rest, eh? Come on, come on, I'm all here for it!"