Marble and Granite

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I leaned against the balcony, admiring the city life that bustled below me. A full moon hung high in the navy sky, casting a dim glow over the street below.

I yanked my hair free from it's ponytail, finger combing through it. Wind blew wisps of hair across my face as I gazed out. I had left the bedroom as soon as she fell asleep.

Everything felt like a blur. After I stripped her I lost it. Bits and pieces of her clouded my memory. It happened every time I was inside of her. I had never experienced anything like that before.

She left me needing a break; not because I physically couldn't go any longer, but because it was so easy to lose myself.

Control was very important to me and I seemed to teeter on the edge of losing it every single time. I can honestly say that it scared me.

That control was essential. I wouldn't just hurt her if I ever lost it, I'd end up killing her. And that's not what I wanted yet. We'd just begun.

I abandoned the balcony and trekked back into the room, closing the sliding glass door behind me.

She hadn't moved an inch since I had left her over an hour ago. The sheets were messily strewn over her body, only covering her bottom half. Her hair covered part of her face, shielding her eyes from view. I stared for a while longer, contemplating on getting back in bed with her.

I felt out of place laying down in a bed with someone I felt no romantic feelings for yet. The only thing I really felt while I was with her was obsession, lust and possession.

She was mine by all means, but that still didn't constitute actual feelings for me.

I laid down anyway, putting distance between us and stared at the ceiling. There wasn't any possibility of me sleeping. I hadn't done that in almost a century. The day I became this was the day I lost my safe place.

Soft fingertips halted my train of thought. I looked over, narrowing my eyes as I met her brown ones. She wordlessly sat up and made herself comfortable on top of me, her palms resting flat against my chest. I watched her in confusion and anticipation.

She watched me too. Her eyes were low, but she was alert. It was an amazing contradiction.

Her hand delicately reached into my compression shorts, nails grazing against the shaft before she gripped it in a fist. My body jumped and I twitched in her hand in pleasure. "Fuck..."

She had me in the palm of her hand; literally. I had no need to breathe, but I was holding my breath.

Jayde eased me out of my compression shorts. Her hands were steady and confident, although I knew she knew little of what she was doing.

I didn't reach out to help her; this burst of courage was sexy. I wanted to see what she could do with it.

She pushed me inside, wrinkling her nose as I sunk deeper and deeper. She bit down on her lip harshly when I was fully inside and began to move. My cold insides, warmed at the sensation. Her movements were slow and tentative; she was testing the waters and trying to find her rhythm. With slightly bated breath she leant forward, resting her forearms on either side of my head and her forehead against mine.

After a few moments of feeling myself continue to harden inside of her, I couldn't help the way my hands gripped her backside passively, guiding her to move faster. She moaned loudly, a small whimper leaving her after. The sound sent chills up my spine. That sarcastic soft voice had transformed into dark and sensual. I loved it.

Her breaths came quick and shallow as our pace began to build, the sound of skin against skin filled the room. I let my hand fall to my side and squeezed my eyes tight to quell my orgasm. She rode me fast and then slow, alternating between the two.

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