(18+) Someone in the dark

Ch. 16: Eraser

"So you mean...?"

His smirk said everything. Still, he seemed apprehensive because both of us knew we'd cross a barrier that would most likely be unnatural outside this house. Then again, out in the real world, people are having one-night stands every day. This wouldn't be that much different, would it?

I lied. It was a lot different because of our surroundings. And if it was true that he had a crush on me, then what would that mean afterwards? I mean, he intrigued me, but I wasn't sure why. He was one of the most attractive men I'd met, but I wasn't...

"Don't think so much," he murmured and leaned closer, obviously wanting to kiss me. But the tray was still standing between us and made it difficult to do much. Maybe that was a sign to stop? Then my eyes widened when the tray lifted from the bed without either of us touching it and floated through the air and back to his desk, where it landed in between all the flowers.

"D-did you...?" I stuttered and pointed at it. Michael just shrugged and smiled secretively, and that was answer enough.

"Nice trick," I smiled, but just as he was about to lean in for the kiss, I put my hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Wait. Was it you who placed the frame in the kitchen and on the stairs and so on? Because that wasn't funny."

"What frame?" he asked and raised one eyebrow.

"The little girl and the dog."

Either he was a good actor, or he really didn't know what I was talking about. So I decided to worry about that later. The tension in the room was simply too strong.

"Never mind. Just kiss me."

I bit my lip shyly, and his expression went from confused to one of growing desire.

"Gladly."

His appearance shifted to a faint shadow that flickered before my eyes. One second, he was like a normal person and the next; he was barely visible. But I felt all of him. Especially when my hand accidentally swiped across his groin when I meant to place it on his hip for support. That made me embarrassed and him chuckle. And just to tease, he grabbed my wrist and put it back on his bulge.

"If there was any doubt," he murmured and sighed when I stroked the length of it. He was more than ready, and I could hear it in his breathing that gradually became heavier when our kiss deepened. His tongue swirled around mine and our teeth clashed together a couple of times, and eventually he got bold enough to help me lie back with him towering over me, still connected by hungry lips. And blissfully dizzy, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down.

I loved how he stroked my hair back and cupped my cheek while he kissed my breath away. And I loved how well we fit together now that he was lying between my legs and slowly thrusted against my pelvis. It was like we were already making love, only with our clothes on.

Yes, making love. This man was way different from any other guy I had been with, and the way he touched me made me feel like his most precious jewel. A rare diamond. A fragile leaf that grew stronger for each passing minute thanks to him.

He was still continuously changing in front of my eyes, like he couldn't decide whether or not he should stay visible, or he simply forgot all about it. It made me smile. And when I saw my hand gripping around his shoulder to pull him closer, I noticed I was changing color, too. The gray that had turned into pale white, almost blue, was now slowly returning to a healthy light peach. It was easier to breathe, but harder to do it without letting out little moans as I moved together with him in a perfect symbiosis, like we were made for each other.

I couldn't get enough of him. He was like the first drop of water after a deadly draught. So when he sat back on his knees, my first instinct was to pull him back. Then I saw him unbuttoning his shirt, and my body started sizzling with anticipation. My shirt followed soon after, together with his slacks. And when I saw his member thick and proud in his boxers, I felt brave enough to take off my bra.

"Oh, my god. You're beautiful," he mumbled and leaned down to kiss me. Then he kissed my nipples while he cupped my breasts in his hands. "Absolutely gorgeous."

I blushed and giggled. He looked completely dazed, like he was hypnotized by desire. He still took his time to non-verbally ask for permission to remove the rest of my clothes. And when he took off his boxers, I felt a rush of lust that made me wet for him even before he'd touched me. The kiss he placed on my clit made me tremble, and the two strokes along my slit made me moan in longing for more.

"Please. I need you," I whispered, and he smiled while he kissed the inside of my thigh agonizingly close to my entrance. And finally he gave up on the teasing and climbed on top of me with his thick shaft pressing directly on my most sensitive spot. He never stopped looking at me. Especially when he grabbed himself and carefully pushed inside, clearly searching for the tiniest sign of discomfort, and I moaned when he expanded my walls like no one had ever done before. It was simply amazing. And when he started moving, my eyes rolled back and my lips parted, and it became impossible not to moan for more.

He wasn't hard to beg. Blissful thrusts made the bed sigh and squeak underneath us, and the heat we radiated could have set the room on fire. But we didn't notice anything else than each other. The only thing important was the build-up lingering ahead and the life he reignited in my body.

When he noticed I was climbing toward my peak, he increased the rhythm until I started babbling words that didn't mean anything. It was just a hoarse, primal sound that called for my release, and he answered exactly how I wanted it. His hips rolled faster and with more power in each stroke, and he thrusted as deep as he could get until I was screaming out in ecstasy.

He panted heavily into the crook of my neck, and I heard small grunts and groans that told me it was too late for him to hold back. I didn't need anymore than those sexy sounds. I already surrendered to the contractions that started pulsating around his dick and sent an explosion of euphoria through my nervous system. He followed soon after and punctuated the last spurts of his climax with rough pounding. It felt like I was in heaven. And in many ways, I was. When I cuddled up to him afterwards, I felt whole again. He'd erased the last fragments of grayness in my soul.

I was freed.