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58 || Family Ties

LOVE - Kendrick Lamar

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Adrik

Bliss.

It's solitude to an outsider, until the right person comes along.

It's silence to an introvert, until you have someone to share it with.

It's sleep to an insomniac, until you have someone to wake up to.

I wake alone, stressed, until bliss throws my mind into a spiral and drags my eyes down to its source.

I exhale a long, hard breath.

Early morning sunlight dances across emerald green, as I seek them from beneath her thick lashes. A sight so tantalizing, I can't look away.

Until I do with a groan.

I rub a finger across her lips, soft and so pretty while her mouth, warm and so tight takes me so well. It's a sight I won't ever get over, a feeling I'll never stop chasing, and a need I'll never let  go of. 

Sleep vanishes. Desire blankets my gaze until all I see, feel is her.

Endless green eyes, wild black hair and deep tan skin greet me from between my legs, while she wears my shirt and takes all of me.

Instincts tangle my fingers into her hair, while need supplies my heaving chest.

I wasn't the type of man to care for possessions. This woman? I want to posses every inch of her, from everything she thought of to all she touched.

I wanted it. Needed it. And feared that if I gave her the smallest glimpse into my obsession, she'd run.

Grip tightening, the silky tendrils of her hair tangle between my fingers while the pads of them brush her scalp.

I'd catch her. Every. Single. Time.

Her tongue swirls around the tip, it feels so good, I groan as she pushes me right to the edge. Only I force it back if not for the sake of dragging it out, then for the sake of watching her a few moments longer.

And through dazed eyes, no longer heavy with sleep but something much darker, I watch my wife.

Mouth filled with me. Eyes focused on me. Hair fisted by me. She's tight and warm as she stretches her lips around me.

It's perfect, she's perfect.

"I'm almost there-" mindlessly my words come out in slur of low Russian, but she doesn't seem to mind when she drags her red painted fingernails across my abdomen while her moan muffles around my length.

Dopamine rushes to my head, while the sight of her sends a rush of adrenaline to my groin. I can't help it when I push my hips up and get a light choke in return as I reach deep into her throat.

Instead of pulling away, she swallows, her throat contracts around me and with a rough, "Fuck." I cum down her throat.

She swallows it all. I watch her take every last drop, until she pulls away and tucks me back into my lounge pants, her tongue swiping along her lips mindlessly.