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Every time I wake up… It's the sound of the satellites that I hear.
This time, though, when I wake up, I can only hear my own pitiful whimpers, over and over again, begging for more. And I can't stop them, not when the intruder is in the same bed, his lips making me sensitive everywhere. My body gladly submits to this yet my mind wants to let go, scream stop, but resistance is futile.
I open my eyes just slightly and for one moment the dark ceiling colored with million stars is all I see. Then my body tenses, it arches up to seek more of this, and I tremble from head to toe as waves of pleasure hit me one after another after another. His lips are good, oh, they are good and they know where to bury themelves to make me scream and moan. They hold me and won't let go no matter how many times I try to silently say that this is enough, that I don't need anymore, and this isn't what I want. Deep inside he must know, we both know, that this is exactly what I want.
My hands stretch forward and my fingers sink into his hair, into his brown locks and pleadingly I try to glance at him. I meet the gaze similar to my own and I can see the familiar glimpse of pure madness in them. The eyes tell that he enjoys this, I'm his whore all the way and that maybe, just maybe, I carry the same kind of madness inside me.
The lips tighten their grasp from my length, the hot tongue melts against my skin. My upper body arches up, I let out a muffled cry and my toes wiggle. The familiar head in my crotch bobs up and down, the wet noises fill the little room and I try not to cry, but the sweet noises escape from my lips. In the corner of my eyes I can see how the million stars mock me as well as the satellites that pass the window quietly yet they stare at me, both of me, us.
"Hallelujah", is the only thing I am able to voice out at the moment as a plead, but even the name arouses me beyond pleasure.
He glances up again, smirks even wider and he knows he has me. I tremble, shudder and my legs lift themselves up a bit but the other man buries his head even better to the place he claims to love the most. I lean forward, bury my head on the familiar brown hair and hold him there, I don't let go of him. I'm actually too weak to let go of him, of my other half and the pure evil inside me, but I don't admit that aloud and I'll never will. Not in front of him, at least.
I get my pleasure and he merely laughs at the pitiful me. He pushes me back to bed and I breathe heavily, my chest rises vehemently. For few seconds I have the pleasure to look at him deep into his eyes when I already receive a salty kiss that tastes just like me in every aspect of it. Disgusting, but I let myself sink into the kiss and give myself a permission to forget that this isn't love but a mutual agreement, a sin deeper than any other sin. But I still love it... And him.
When I fall asleep, it's not the sound of the satellites that I hear but him calling my name quietly, sweetly as if to soothe me into the sleep.
It's a voice far better than the satellites.