V+H

V+H

In which a damaged woman meets a damaged man. Falls for said man, just as he falls for her. They live in the moment and love in the moment.

In which two strong resilient, slick talkers with quick wit, huge hearts and banging bodies try to win the hearts of one another.

In 10,000 words ✨

March 2019

Dark sultry eyes find mine in the moonlight that illuminates the sin about to take place on my king bed. When he does not hear my denial, he pushes me back, holding my gaze like a predator about to descend on its meal. The satin dress leaves my body with ease, and I lay before him in the lace I knew he would like. Of course he admires, staring at me as if I'm a prize to be won before catching my gaze. He waste no time.

Bends me on all fours and sucks nectar from my lips, the mewling, whimpers and curses that I utter cannot be heard over the sound of his parent's guest downstairs.

He can go for hours and before I know it, we can hear the music dying down and people moving, the chairs against the wood scrape downstaris. Just as my nails pierce his back only make his dick harder. The bites I leave on his chest, make his thrust stronger. Only when I have cum, and I am arched into his chest moaning I love him softly does he let me go limp.

A reprobate in his truest form; he lights a smoke, zips his fly and disappears, leaving me to change the sheets before dinner.