BLUE SEX

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If there was ever something wrong with sex, this was it. All of him felt wrong even when they were both naked.

Cold air hitting bare skin hard.

His breath that once made her cry for a kiss now made her feet numb. She couldn't believe for the life of her that she ever thought she was in love with this guy. Maybe she was. Maybe she wasnt. Maybe it was just the sex and maybe it wasn't.

But whatever.

He didn't deserve much from her anyway.

He kissed her neck, caressing her breasts, licking her ticklish ears like a puppy gone astray and hungrily giving her erotic love bites on her collar bones.

She held him closer, moaning hungrily. If sex was all he was good for, then so be it.

He grabbed her in all matter of ways. Times when his nails dug into her soft butt and times when it just glided past her breasts. She had grey all over with dots of red, if lust ever burned anyone. She was burnt.

"Sam" she cried as he slid a finger into her.

It had been so long since this ever came to be, this feeling of sheer helplessness. Like if he didn't fuck her hard right there, she'll shiver and die.

She watched him smile. The bastard. He slid another finger into her before making it three in back and forth motions.

There's a huge difference between having sex with the one you love and the one you totally despise. Love makes us weak at times, it makes us surrender, it makes us seek pleasure for the other but not for our selves but hate is beyond powerful. It consumes us, licks up our every desire, makes us greedy for more without caring what the other wants.

It makes us stubborn.

And she loved stubborn.

He pushed her to the floor and dragged her to the light, where he could see her nipples peak well and he violently spread he r legs wide, the way a glutton would spread a turkey's lap. He smiled when he saw her, all wet with his fingers playing hide and seek all over.

She was moaning now and he could tell she had no idea just how much she was enjoying this.

He laughed when she closed her eyes. It made him go down on his knees and eat her, fucking her with his tounge till she begun to scream for more. It gingered him up, hitting her hard with both tounge and fingers till she was wet and ready for his meat, till she grabbed his hair and screamed, "fuck me now".

He withdrew his tongue and rubbed her clit  for a while before he finally slid his huge cock into her. She screamed for more as the vibe of pleasure hit her.

For a moment he worried the neighbours would call the local police that he was murdering her but fuck it. He could deal with that later.

Then he withdrew and slid into her moist hole again before hitting her hard, pounding her for all she's worth. She was screaming not moaning, yelling for him to go faster, hit harder, "don't cum now or I'll kill you!"

Sometimes her screams pierced into the silence, sometimes it didn't. She just chocked on her own moans and grunted, grabbing him as he kissed her, drowning her shouts for more.

It was suddenly quiet, both prepping for a powerful orgasm as he hit her faster than a fuck machine would go. He fucked her hard at close range till she forgot just how to moan and she laid helplessly under him, needing him as he kneaded her breasts with intense passion.

And that could be heard were the occasional clapping of their bodies, the waves of pleasure and when it happened, the scream of a well deserved orgasm. Then the peak came down.

And Maria thought about the paintings. She wanted to paint.

**

They crawled into bed and laid for a while. It was past midnight and an oddly quiet night.

She turned and stared into his deep brown eyes, "so..."

He shrugged, "so what are we now? Lovers again?"

"Lovers," she laughed "no way!"

"I missed you maria."

"You missed the sex."

"No you. I missed you."

"Liar."

"I was with a lot of other girls. Asian, American, Australian, Irish, British, Mexican...I even had a Scottish girl but none was like you..."

"It's the sex."

"I had better sex with them."

Silence. He hurt her. he hurt her bad.
How dare he?!

"Oh" she turned.

He had just said they were all better than she was in bed. Maybe they were but couldn't he be more sensitive?

"So why did you come back?" She asked again, her back still turned.

He played with her hair, "you're turning blonde again."

"I'll dye tomorrow."

"That didn't sound right babe."

"Don't call me babe!"

He chuckled, holding her in his arms, her hair in his face, "I would. I love you Maria. No kidding."

"You don't!" She protested but ended up sounding childish. So what? She had a soft spot for him and would always have him back even though he was not worth it.

But she missed him in a way. And she fell asleep wondering if she somehow loved him.

She did, she told herself but then she told herself she didn't. It was all she thought about.

Sam did not sleep. He wondered what she was thinking about.

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