(fyi none of these are ever edited srry)
"So now what?" He glanced over at her, finishing the sketch of her body and blowing away the extra granite.
So many thoughts raced around her head as she posed for the man she hadn't seen in five years. A shrug came upon her shoulders and she sat up, pulling his blanket over her body. They both stared at the sketch as he stood next to her. "This is gorgeous I don't know how you do it" she laughed, her racing thoughts subsiding.
"I just draw what I see in front of me." He professed, taking in her scent and stepping away from the barely covered girl he had known once before. She was no longer broken it seemed, which brought on a happiness and slight disappointment. How had she changed a thousand years worth but he was still the same?
She nodded, lighting the joint that she had previously placed on the bedside. "What you see, and what I am are not the same. Gorgeous." She stared intently for a few more moments not thinking to offer him the blunt because he didn't smoke when they had once crossed paths.
"Damn Cheif Keef, pass that." He reached for it making her eyes go wide. He wasn't the man she once knew, but of course they were only kids. "What do you want from me?"
The thought had been clouding her brain for almost a year now. He was visiting her dreams despite not being in contact at all. She wanted to ask if he was doing voodoo on her but decided against it. "I want you to do bad things to me." She confessed, glancing between him and the naked portrait of herself.
"And then what?" He asked, unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt as he took a slow deep inhale.
"Then I'll leave." She shrugged, what about her naked body laying in bed after a five year distance didn't make him immediately drool.
He shook his head, pulling his shirt off. She had lived a thousand lives and he was still stuck in a clouded turmoil. "I never wanted you to leave." He confessed and they both went silent. She could've vented about how she knew he was the one but he was always so cold to everyone. She wanted to reveal he thought she couldn't care less and moved on with her life.
"You never begged me to stay." She countered, her exit was silent and never discussed.
"Begging is your thing." He smirked, hoping his joke had at least awakened an old time within her. Maybe his asshole front was getting tired, maybe it was tired back then. "I'm waiting." He teased humorously, deciding he would keep his rings on. They held her smell for months the last time, the only thing that would guarantee a piece of her would still be around.
"Please." She blushed. On one hand he knew she had enough experience to coach an army of virgins, but he didn't know she was still her shy sensitive self. Usually their nights started drunkenly, ending in the morning when she had classes. They were best friends, he loved how she had the power to separate church and state.
Grabbing the base of her neck with his hands he smiled as she exhaled and closed her eyes. "Beg me." He smacked her cheek lightly with his other hands. She was the only time humiliation and foreplay had fit together so well. They stared at each other for a few moments, chests heaving as they communicated silently. "Okay fine." He grunted , roughly guiding her body to the floor and pulling his pants down.
"Open your mouth." She silently obeyed, instantly gagging as he thrusted forward while holding the back of her head. He thrusted slowly, hitting the very back of her throat. Pleasing her was the only goal on his mind but he couldn't understand why she didn't want a hot bath and flowers. He wanted to rub her down slowly, kiss every inch of her body. Confess his love over and over again until she knew he meant it. But he could tell passed the tears, and spit dripping from her mouth onto her bare legs that's she was enjoying herself. He could tell because she was touching herself. Delivery a light smack he shook his head, thrusting faster.
