Black Hole

Sh, sh, kimitsu (secret)

Sh, sh, no one has to know…

*sigh* Yes. Right there. More.

*gasp*

The blankets become rucked up under this secret activity. The lamp is just bright enough to create shadows, without bringing everything to light. I look up to see the dark skin of his face, finding the expression of concentration endearing. Clothed, we make deep, slow thrusts towards each other, teasing.

Thrust.

I suck in air. He exhales harshly.

Again.

He lowers his head and we make a sloppy kiss. I turn my head and he ravages my neck.

Perfect!

I thrust wantonly, my body begging for some sort of friction. Somewhere in the back of my mind I am amused by the thought that we would make vampires proud with our biting antics. He takes my arms and pins them above my head, knowing I love it. He is the only one allowed to dominate me like this. And I suppose the same can be said vice versa, as he flips us over so I am in control. I aim straight for the sweet spot on his neck: a highly erogenous place for both of us. His thrusts cause me to clamp down my teeth and I have to pull back for fear of breaking his skin. Quiet giggles slip from my mouth, the giddiness bubbling forth. I plant a hard, pressing kiss to his mouth and the roles are reversed again.

Thrust.

Ah.

Nn.

His hand finds and gropes my breast, and the friction is delicious. I bite his bottom lip, we fight, and he bites mine. The slight pain is a pleasurable feeling. The way his palm slides against my clothed nipple sends moist warmth rushing south. He bites my neck again, sucking, and I can feel my climax building. He thrusts and bites, and I tighten, tossing my head back.

Ah.

My chest heaves gently as my heart races. My light skin is flushed and my hair is in disarray on the pillow. I don't look nearly as graceful as a fallen angel, but I am sated, so I don't particularly care how I appear. He doesn't seem to care, either, holding my arms above my head and planting kisses on my forehead, nose, and lips. I give him a sleepy smile and his eyes are dark with lust. It's a nice feeling to have someone look at me that way, like I make their secret fantasies a reality. In a way, I suppose I do just that.

"B- b- b- b- body bag, B- b- b- b- body bag"

He turns his head to look towards the desk from where his ringtone is playing and I pick up my phone from the bedside table to check the time: one am.

Who the hell is calling at this hour…

He looks back at me with a look of frustration before climbing off of me to stalk to his phone.

"Hello? …. Yes… Yes…. Okay… Alright…."

He returns to the bed. I can tell by the look on his face that it's my cue. I slip on my shirt I had tossed away earlier and look in the mirror. My hair is absolute chaos and I can see two bruises on my neck. I mentally grimace, knowing I start a new job in two days. During this time, he sits up in the bed and watches me silently. I move towards the door of the room and he stands to follow me. We walk down the stairs and I slip on the flip-flops I had kicked off when I arrived. He walked me to the door and I left him with a parting kiss.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he promises.

"Okay."

I leave his house and walk across the grass to my car. It has been a good night, and I feel no remorse. What happens in that house stays in that house. It is my escape, my safe haven. Fantasies come to life with no promise of commitment. No vows of undying love. There is a sweet love there, and there it remains.

Sh, sh, kimitsu (secret)

Sh, sh, no one has to know…

My black hole love.