Hello, this is my second fan fiction. It took me awhile to build up the courage and motivation to write another fanfiction. I wanted to really take the time to create something worth reading! I hope you like this little teaser!
She could feel the heat raising and boiling in her veins; a carnal longing began to take shape within her body. It was nothing too unbearable, but in minutes, she
would need to find release. Her body felt alive. Every nerve and synapse began to contract and surge. Her skin felt hot and raw. His touch left her wanting, no begging
to be worked over by his palms. A numbness began to reveal itself. The sensation began twist and twine up her lower body, idling in her hips. Through closed eyes, she
became more aware of her body and the budding ecstasy.
The smallest movements of his fingers angered her senses. He enraged her nerves from the constant pulsation of pleasure. Her skin became a fiery russet red
from the gripping and grazing of his skin on hers. Every fiber of her being began to tingle in lustful anticipation.His lean build covered her own in a warm blanket, but to
her, his touch he felt cold. It reminded her of touching frozen metal. It was glacial then suddenly fiery burn would replace the stinging cold. The numbness began to
grow and heighten. He stroked the soft tissue of her body, gently at first, slowly building in speed. He moved effortlessly across her flesh. A cold burn left in its wake.
She could feel his breath trail along her torso. She could feel the harsh stubble of his facial hair itch against her hip bones. He hummed a he traced his thumb along her
collarbone as if to memorize every line and curve. Bliss, this was the blissful escape he need from his idyllic lifestyle.
Her hips began to respond to his efforts. Her back arched as he reached her inner most walls. She her nerves answered to his beck and call. The most intense
thrill jolted her body. She began to writhe beneath his cold gaze, his hand never ceasing their sensuous exploration. She felt like her skin was melting, and he could
see through to the dark void that swam underneath. With his free hand, he began to softly caress and cradled her like precious cargo. Unaware, her lips began to seek
out his, wanting to taste his sweetness. She fought to find his lips against his bodies pressure. As she touched his face gently with her palm to steady herself, he
swiftly averted her advances. A look of distrust flashed across his face, alarm glinted in his vibrant eyes. His hesitant demeanor darkened the mood, killing everything
inside of her.
Her hands traveled up his chest and roughly pushed him away. He had always been the vague and aloof type, but everything felt off. He never her kissed. Not
passionately or simply. His lips were foreign and unfamiliar. She had easily revealed herself to a man she knew nothing about, so why had she succumb to his touch.
A small sharp breath escaped from her throat. She felt rejected, spurned . His fingers began to feel wrong and foreign to her. The sweet numbness in her pelvis
began to expire. Her needs retreated and the desire for release evaporated. She began to recoil and pull away from his touch. Sickened at the thought of allowing him to
touch her so intimately and all this for what? She caught sight of her engagement ring on the table adjacent to his plush feathery bed. Every diamond glinted with guilt
and betrayal. He clung to her briefly, staring almost pleading, no begging her not to walk away.
She knew the hurt that plagued him, but she couldn't bring herself to look him as she planned on walking out of his apartment . He lifted himself off the bed, huffing in
frustration, or was it hurt, longing? He tugging on a pair of distressed denim jeans, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
It may have been her imagination, but did the creaking of the bed sound like it was mocking her.
"L-I-I-I-A-A-A-R-R-R. CH-EEEEEE-T-ER," the bed seemed bellowed.
She could picture a the bed transforming into a feathery horrific monster, screeching out her dirty secrets behind her as she tugged on her clothes and fled from
the room and letting herself out through the front door.
As she turned to shut the door, she caught him lounging on his balcony. A cigarette hung from his lips as he took a drag. Smoke filtered through his nose into
the chilly night air. The Tokyo Tower twinkled in the distance, a perfect view to make-up for an imperfect situation.
A few thousand miles away, unbeknownst to her, her "beloved" clung to his own dirty little secret.
"Fuck! Y-e-a-s-s, take it. You like this don't you," he huffed in white hot lust. He slammed himself in his partner, probing for the answer.
"Yes," his meek voice trembled from his wet panting lips. He was crumbling beneath the lovers weight. His knees were beginning to ache and rash on
the cold hardwood floor.
"YES, WHAT," as he thrusted harder into his wedding band cut into the soft flesh of his partners back. Ruby red liquid began to surface and
stain his skin. He slowly lowered himself to the small laceration and lapped up the pooling liquid. A metallic tang spread through his mouth.
"Yes, s-s-ss-ir," he squeezed out. The intense sensation was beginning to affect his speech.
His body began to tighten around his partners length, causing him to groan in pleasure, causing him to reach around and grip on to his hot length.
Clear liquid ebbed forth making the stroking easier and the moaning louder. The sound of skin on skin echoed around them and silenced into the vaulted ceiling.
'Animal. Making me play bitch, while your fiancé is out of the country. Fucking men, behind her back in the apartment you both share…' He could
barely finish his sentence when liquid heat began to fill up his being. Under the pressure, he fell onto his chest, the man behind him gripped his hips harder,
falling in unison with his little "toy".