Dual Eclipse

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The ache between my thighs is delicious. I thought I felt everything before tonight. I thought sex was for the pleasure of the man, but he proved me wrong in so many ways. He let me take control. He allowed me to use his body how I liked. Sasha had me against the wall like no other man had. He fucked me good, and I liked it.

I wanted it—more. I wanted more of Sasha’s pierced cock, only if he’d let me have control again. I smile into nothingness as the pipe flows inside the bathroom. He didn’t bring another woman to please her. I believed him this time. He sounded genuine. He was sorry. I saw the anger in his eyes when I assumed he had another woman.

Maybe the six months weren’t bad after all. Sasha was a skilled lover and would be mine to explore. He earned me a suspension, so I’d use my time to explore the sexual life he started for me. The tap turns off, and I expect his return.

He grabs my ankle and circles his thumb on the bone before swirling his tongue around it. “I like that.” I breathe, unable to take my eyes off him. His similar eyes watch me with the purest need that no one has watched me with.

“Spread your legs for me.” He doesn’t force my legs apart. He doesn’t speak roughly to me, either. I obey his command and plant my heels on the mattress. “Knees to your chest, baby. Let me clean you.”

No one cleaned me before to the point where it was so bad that, along with the pain, I couldn’t walk. He showed me the light of things, and I didn’t know how to feel. I was appreciative.

He squeezes the rag and starts with my inner thighs. “You marked me.” His eyes shot up to the red welts on my breasts and my neck. I don’t know when he did because I felt nothing, but he had sucked on my skin so well.

“You’re mine.” My breath hitches when he watches me. That look didn’t portray six months. It meant I’ll keep you until the day I die. My heart dropped.

“Sasha?” I lay my head on the pillow and stare at the ceiling. He hums in response. “Are you sure it’s me you want?” He hums again, passing the cloth over my pussy. I panted. “Quit humming. I want to hear it.”

“It’s you that I want. I’ll have you until my last breath.” I gripped the sheets when his warm mouth suckled my swollen clit. He growled when I locked his head between my thighs at the intensified pleasure.

“Ay, Dios.”

“Say my name.” He laps his tongue at my clit, and I moan loudly. I tremble, fighting the hold he has on the thighs. “My name.” He stops his delicious attacks, and I nearly cum when he spits on my pussy.

His mouth hangs loose, looking at me. He had covered up his cock inside the bathroom. I could see the long dent in the rob. Is it weird that I wanted to feel it? His eyes met mine when he found me distracted. “You can’t have it.”

I whine. “Why?”

“I love to fuck rough, baby—”

“You took your time with me earlier.” He doesn’t say anything but flick my clit with his thumb. “Stop distracting me. I want to see you, baby.” His hand stilled, and his eyes caught mine. My cheeks warm beneath his feverish gaze. “Please.” I reached the knot around his waist and undid it. The fabric not held anymore falls open, and his cock hangs angry and thick.