Depravity

Desire

We talked all night when she got off work. Partly at the café and partly walking through the city.

"What do you see when you look at the city?" She asked me.

"Sadness, but there's beauty in that sadness. I can feel it...but underneath that sadness there's hope for brighter days."

"What do you see when you see me?" She inquired with curious eyes.

"Honestly?" I exhaled nervously. "I see hazel eyes that make sunsets looks boring...lips that are magnetized opposite of mine. I feel drawn to them. Hair smoother and softer than silk. Cheeks that would fit just right in my hands, and when you speak...your words are a paintbrush that continuously show me the ever changing canvas known as your mind. It's iridescent in the most beautiful way."

There was silence for a moment, and the moment after...I'll never forget. I heard her voice, barely more audible than a whisper. I felt my name gloss over her lips. My eyes met hers to witness smoldering passion, uninhibited desire and power. Her presence was power. Her mind was power. I could see it all.

She believed she could tame me and make me hers. She believed she could be and is everything that I would ever want or need. I felt her energy, like wild flames licking my skin. The dark colors of the night came to life. Every uncertain thought I had melted to nothing.

She pulled me close to her and kissed me. Our tongues symbolically mixing the energy we represented. An embrace of dark and light. No, shadow and flame.

"Can we get out of here?" She said with soft urgency.

"Most definitely."

While we rushed back to my car my head was spinning. The colors, the fire, who was this woman? We were back at my place in twenty minutes, then through the door. Our lips never parting once. For the first time in my life I felt like I was losing myself. Nothing else existed in this world but us.

She separates. "Bed?" She asked.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me.

"I'll get us there." We reconnected and I made my way through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom. Once there I laid her down. Our eyes still locked. I took my shirt off and she mirrored me.

"When I'm around you I see the true beauty in the world. Beauty that never existed in mine. Every time our lips touch I realize that God is a woman." I said as I took my jeans and boxers off.

She sat up, removed her bra, pants, underwear and pulled me to her. Our lips locked and I laid her back down, then pulled away to take in the sight of her ethereal being. She was bare as her words...and every time we touched sparks were produced that danced underneath the surface of my skin. I moved to kiss her again and she held my face.

"God isn't every woman, just me. Worship me." she said softly but commanding as she pushes my head down the masterpiece known as her body. I'm inclined to agree, gods need worship. They crave it the same way she craves my tongue to bring her to her peak.

For whatever reason that was the moment that I understood why my dark and her fire work. Fire shines its brightest and its most visible in the dark, and fire creates deeper shadows which people fear.

I raised my face to meet hers, an invisible line connecting our eyes, my hand caressing her face and I tell her "No."

"While you are blessed with features that rival even the most beautiful sunset and your divinity is blinding, you seek the thing I cannot give. If you're a god, I am a demon...and so I cannot worship you." I said smirking.

"I can only defile you." I lowered my hand from her face to her throat and squeeze. That smoldering, lustful passion in her eyes burns even brighter and those sparks underneath my skin turn into a flame. I bite her lip and continue my descent down her canvas, releasing her throat and trailing my fingers down her body.

I stopped around her thigh and lifted her legs up, finally tasting the sweet nectar in between them. If I had to describe the taste I could only say one word. Life.

Her moans are the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard, directing me to her pleasure. My tongue caresses her lower lips as I make my way up to her clit, flattening my tongue and pressing against it.

She grabbed my hair as I flicked my tongue back and gently sucked it.

"Fuck..." she whispered. I kissed and bit her inner thigh and licked her clit a couple more times. Then I rose, and as I did I grabbed a handful of her soft dark hair and pulled her face to mine.

"Taste yourself." And as I kissed her, her lips parted so I could embrace her tongue with mine. As I did she sucked on my tongue.

"Do you like the way you taste?"

"Mhmm." She moaned. I kissed her neck, her chest, her navel, go back down and stop.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice filled with lustful desire.

"Make me cum." She panted.

"That's the only thing I can do." I start with the clit, pressuring it with my rotating tongue. I can feel it throbbing.

"Yes!" She moaned.

Flattening my tongue again I retreated it to my mouth with a soft suck. I then dropped my tongue to her crevice to taste the origin of life. My nose was on her clit and I pressed, licked and nodded in multiple movements, spelling her name on her. I took my tongue back to her clit and I spelled Ira the demon.

All the while her moans continued to get louder, her stomach rising and sinking. The last thing I spelled before she erupted was Mine.

"Fuck me." She moaned desperately. I obliged by flipping her over. She arched her back as I pulled her hair with my right hand, and slid into her.

"Fuck, you're so wet and tight." I pulled her hair back more forcing her up to her knees facing away from me, while using my left hand to cup and massage the corresponding breast. I pulled back and thrust deep. Both of us moan...our bodies and voices in sync until the climax.

After we finished we layed there, legs intertwined and eyes linked. In place of that smoldering passion was a gentle peace. I felt it, she felt it and then we fell asleep.