megalomanic

v. fuck

FUCK.

Harsh words, slipped out of gloss covered lips, lips that had just recently touched the most sensitive and sacred places of his being. His large hands made her body his own personal painting, recreated her anew, breathing life into the lifeless. Heavy breathing, and bodies near cold sweats, as he crashed into her repeatedly; just as the waves crash into the rocks along the shore.

This was not love making or even fucking, it was purely a release of pain. A release of energy from one being to another, nothing personal about their interaction.

For Safiya and Kwang-sun there was no emotional aspect of their session. It was not something passionate, rather something primal. Therefore,as soon as a climax was reached there was only silence. That pain had been released into the atmosphere leaving nothing behind, but two broken soul.

There was not an emotion or a second thought, or even regret because of their actions only silence as they both tried to regain their breath. Nothing else heard, but them both trying to calm their breathing, trying to find peace in pleasure and both failing miserably.

Not that the sex was bad, because it was far from that, rather, the sex did nothing to truly release either of them from the pain that harbored inside of themselves.

"Shit,"Kwang-sun cursed earning a small, sad laugh from Safiya.

Kwang-sun caught Safiya's eyes for only a second, nonetheless that is all it to took for the sparks to reignite in both their bodies and their bodies to become wrapped around one another once more.

Within seconds of their eyes reconnecting Kwang-sun kissed Safiya's swollen lips, after
peppering kisses over her soft brown skin, taking in one of her pretty brown nipples while his thumb played with the other. Her moans filling the dark room with warm colors of passion.

He chuckled deeply, loving the sounds she made, loving how effortlessly she was able to turn him on, unlike any other women. How he felt so warm and whole every time she touched him. He removed his hand from her nipple only to have it travel down to her already swollen clit and tease her.

Safiya's arms stayed wrapped around Kwang-Sun's built shoulder her nails barely digging into his skin as he, without warning began fingering her.

"Fuck,"she cussed arching her back and shutting her eyes tightly.
Kwang-Sun smiled pumping his fingering in and out of her wetness. He continued to kiss her neck as she moaned in bliss.

"Don't stop....please...don't stop,"she mumbled as he bent down over top of her. Her words not only turning him on, but covering his body in goosebumps.

He obeyed, speeding up his pace only for her moans to grow louder and her nails to dig further into his arms. By now Safiya's legs lightly shook and tears began piercing her eyes.

"Faster,"she spoke so softly that Kwang-Sun almost didn't hear her.
He once again obliged to her demands, planting a kiss on her lips as he sped up only causing her to break their kiss prematurely as her body lit up hot with pleasure.

Her head fell into his chest, her breathing speeding up and her mind—for the time being forgetting the extreme amount of sorrow and anger she felt.

"Cum,"he mumbled into her ear sending waves of deep, stomach tightening pressure through her body.

"Cum for me,"he mumbled again wrapping his other arm around her waist closing the space between them. She moaned loudly her body now shaking almost uncontrollably, as she took short gasps of air into her lungs.
"Damnit,"she cursed her eyes closed shut as she head stayed on his chest, since she'd found some sort of unknown comfort while there.

He laughed once again, he had never had so much fun helping someone else climax until now. This mysterious feeling of helping her cum, of watching her so vividly sent his body into overdrive. He wanted nothing more than to remove his fingers and replace it with his cock, but stopped himself only because he wanted to watch her.

He wanted to see her and feel her cum, feel her sex become wetter the second she came, listen to her dripping sex and know that he had done all of that with only his fingers.

It only took two fingers to completely control her, to take all of her without permission, in that new found feeling her discovered a new source of power. That turned him on the most, her body, her moans and her reactions helped but what drove him over his limit was the realization that he could simply take control over her and pleasure this woman with his hands.

Knowing that no one else had probably ever made her feel this good. Just those thoughts alone could make him cum for hours.

"Fuck cum,"he spat a little harsher this time placing kisses on her neck as she continued to moan and groan making his already hardened cock throb.

"Shhhhiiii—ah ah ah I'm gonna...fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum, right there fucking right there,"she spat seconds later cumming on his fingers just as she said she would.

Kwang-sun slowed down his paste but did not remove his fingers, did not stop what he was doing and he could see in Safiya's eyes just how much that was fucking with her, just how much it was ruining her being.

She grabbed hold of his hand trying to stop him but he quickly removed her hand kissing her and placing her on her back in the bed.

She looked up at him, her eyes flared over as she was still on her high, still intoxicated by this man, that was so fucking annoying, but somehow knew the perfect time to show up. Intoxicated by the fact that he could fuck away any unwanted emotion even if it only lasted for a short while, he made her completely forget about all of her responsibilities and she loved that feeling, that feeling of——freedom.

Moments later after he sweetly rubbed her soaked sex, and teased her clit with the head of his cock, he pressured himself into her. Completely pushing it in purposefully earning not only a yelp, and a passionate kiss, but her already tight sex tightening around his hardened cock. This went on for another two hours, the pair tiring each other out to the point of no return.

Unfortunately they both had failed to forget the pain they harbored even through their actions, they had done nothing to help the other. Trying to numb their heightened emotions through intercourse. Safiya soon found herself crying in his arms, as he in no way comforted her, merely existing with her as he continued to lose himself purposefully forgetting how to feel.

FUCK.