Part 43
Those would be her the last words for a while.
As I sealed her lips with mine she tasted of alcohol, I bit her bottom lip wanting to cause her pain before I let my tongue loose on her flesh. I kissed the edges of her mouth as she moved her lips about, wanting my mouth to chase hers. The kissing was sloppy until I positioned my left hand on the back of her neck and kept her.
I traced her face with my tongue while turning her head and bitting her neck right below her right ear. She seemed to be melting in my arms, this storm of a woman was calming as wave after wave of my kissing damaged her.
Kissing became life, this uncoordinated swan dance was desire feeding on itself.
Her brave tongue came out and loosely ran wild bitting my neck and chest over my shirt.
Kissing was the only language, louder and louder we would get, our mouths were talking to each other.
I caressed her breast and as ripe as they were, it was her mouth that distracted me.
An hour ago I knew nothing of her lips and now I had forgotten myself in them.
At times I would study her face, her closed eyes giving me permission to roam the unaware expressions her face would make, I could see the fluttering of her eyes as she drifted, the voyeur In me loved seeing her while I kissed her.
I plied her from the wall turned her around and brought her into me, as I raised her long hair and exposed her neck she bent her head forward as If readying for the guillotine.
I squeezed her into me making her aware that there was a want in me for her.
She was grinding on me as I attempted to suck the blood from her neck without breaking her skin.
The devil in me came out and turned her around, her elegant thighs parted exposing every drip of woman she was.
I begged all my ancestors for help in killing her desire as I grabbed a hold of her ass and slung her right leg over my right shoulder, her left foot barely touching the ground as her moistness welcomed every inch of me.
Muffling her mouth with my hand I drove away all the spells that had been cast her way, I was hellbent on breaking her.
Barely wearing her robe she was as vulnerable as woman come.
The duel was on, I kept stabbing her desire while suffocating her with my mouth.
Pulling on her hair expecting a different response, she kept on being broken one piece at a time.
Taking my mouth away from hers long enough to let my canines feast on her chest I sunk my sharp porcelains under her right clavicle the salty blood trickled past my lips as I quieted her screams with my left hand.
Biting her chest as I fucked her gorged me, I wanted to splinter her into chards.
I was a two tone ram ramming her desire to dust, I wanted to tattoo her flesh with "I've been fucked by a possessed animal."
Holding her against the wall, she had no options but to suffer my indulgence.
I was actor, director and audience, I was enjoying the scene.
Cupping my hand over her mouth as she darted her tongue between my fingers, while she ran her soft tongue through my digits she grabbed a hold of one of my fingers and bit it in a fit of rage, she then screamed "Cuantas como yo tienes? How many like me do you have?"
Running into this question before I knew that my lack of sincerity could break the spell, in an out of breath gnarl I whispered into her ear, "Varias."
As soon as I told her that she was one of many she began to tremble her convolutions made me fear that she was having an epileptic attack, her throat clammed up as she began to let out a sharp snap sound from within, her eyelids fluttered her eyes rolled back, I could feel her tensing up and releasing over and over.
Her release sealed my fate I would now allow myself the delayed pleasure that all who come to the edge and keep from falling over do.
She read the awkward movements the muscles on my face made, the clenched teeth, the elevated jawline, she read that all of me was standing on the edge and all of me would leap to the abyss.
Just before the moment of truth she clenched my throat with her right hand and forcefully told me to explode on her, she wanted my zest to dress her.
My thought process was assaulted by her request, I let loose and lost all the paint I had in store for her and then some.
Bringing her down from the handicap bar I had shimmied her onto I offered to wipe her clean but she resisted and left with me all over her without saying a word.
