I woke up to his voice.
It was still dark.
I don't know what he said. Only that when I opened my eyes, his head was between my breasts, and I felt his breaths across my body. We were wrapped around each other, like a comfortable puzzle.
He pushed his head into his pillow, to face me, and ran a hand over the bandage on my stomach.
"Is it still hurting?" he asked softly.
I stretched, and moved slightly away from him. He saw that, and relaxed his hold.
"No... Just slightly, when I move."
"Are you angry at me?" he asked.
"I don't know." I said, dismissively.
He smiled, and started curling stands of my hair around his fingers. I winced, thinking he would pull my hair.
He saw that, and bought a hand close to cup the side of my face.
"No...no, sweet thing. I won't do that."
He got up on his knees, to be over me.
The moon was still out, and it illuminated half his shirtless figure. We watched each other, for some time..
He then crouched on one elbow, his body just hovering over mine. It was a maddening feeling. As I breathed, I saw my chest rise to meet his, my hardened nipples almost, almost touching his body. It felt like our very auras were intersecting.
With his other hand, he started arranging my hair over my chest, his fingers just lightly teasing my body. Our legs were intertwined, and I felt him continuously shifting from one leg to another. I also felt a delicious warmth and hardness that I just needed to touch... But again...
"You must have been very tired," he started. "You slept the whole way, yet you slept like a baby now. I was touching you," he whispered in my ear.
"I couldn't stop, you know. I couldn't sleep. I just had to. You're right, there is no such thing as self-control," he chuckled. "We just delay... But you were so calm... So soft..." He ran a hand down my shoulder, and stopped to a bit of flesh near my elbow. He started pinching it, kneading it. I winced.
"Do you even have any muscle here?" He asked, jokingly. "If I could cut this part off to keep forever... But knowing that it's a part of you stops me." He suddenly bought his face very close to mine. "The whole is infinitely better than a piece," he murmured.
I had almost stopped breathing- I had to let out a gasp to let some air into my lungs again, and as I exhaled my nipples brushed his body. He closed his eyes at the contact, rubbing his head against mine.
"Be careful what you wish for," he said suddenly, as he rose up.
For some reason, I thought of a cobra, ready to strike. Instinctively I rolled to my side, and covered myself. I braced myself, and closed my eyes for what he might do next.
Nothing.
"I want you to see," he said suddenly. "What I'm doing to you, what you're doing to me, what we are." Gently he turned my hips so I was lying flat on the bed again.
"Look at me," he commanded.
So many thoughts were going in my head. But there was only one course of action I could take.
I stared back into his eyes. He didn't smile, but his eyes did.
He took a step back, unzipped his jeans, and in what felt like a moment, what felt like this is it he went through me.
I was prepared. My body wasn't, and the roughness was excruciating. A gasp escaped from my lips.
"If you are in pain, imagine what I feel," he whispered. "So many ways I could take you... But I control... I want it this way first."
We were still for a moment, and then I felt him.
The pulse of his arteries, his heavy warmth, the vibrations of his breath, the muscles of his body rippling and relaxing, and him inside of me, growing pushing demanding- it was an overdose of the most wonderful drug...
He groaned. I knew he was feeling the same- but he felt more, as he pulled out and thrust into me again.
Now I screamed.
My scream just fueled his frenzy.
With his hands he maneuvered my body, prepping me up, then pulling me down, like a madman trying to find something. I became a doll, and he played with my lifeless arms and legs, trying to get the best leverage. The only thing that worked was my voice, and I cried and yelled and moaned and hissed but he didn't care. Maybe I said no, don't, maybe I said yes, more, but what happened was that he kept going on and on and on until my mind became numb and my body followed. I saw nothing but him, his jaw clenched, and his eyes roving for-
Suddenly he calmed down. His head thrown back, eyes closed, as he moaned. His thrusts slowed down, until he lowered his body back down to bring his face to mine.
I stared back, eyes wide, panting wildly.
"You sweet little thing," he whispered, and kissed me.
I was numb from the barrage of sensation. It felt like I was slowly coming back to earth. I felt the cold sweat cool my body, I felt the volume of my own breaths... and I felt a wet, sticky mess down there.
Oh no...
"You..came in me?" I looked at him, feeling a lump in my throat.
"You did want that, didn't you?" he said, and started kissing again, while his hands roughly explored the rest of my body.
"But what if I..."
"Shut up," he snapped. His fingers grasped the skin under my breast; he twisted it and I gave a shriek. "Seems like you forgot you were cramming my cum into your hole earlier today... whore." He nearly spat the word at me.
I looked away, ashamed, angry, sad, confused, worried... A cocktail of emotions sank me to a new high, combining with the sensations across my body and I felt a tear trickle down. I wiped it away quickly, before he could see.
He licked the skin he just tortured, kissing it gently.
He slid up, breathing me in as he placed his head next to mine, and exhaled. He bought a hand to his forehead, as if re-considering his words.
"You should have thought about it. How are you going to grow up, babydoll, if you don't think about the consequences of your actions?"
What a change, I thought. Which is the real you?
"You gave me no choice," was all I could reply. That was the truth.