Pushing my legs back further, he impales me, cursing and yelling how much I belong to him, reminding me I can never leave. The room is a cacophony of sounds, screams, moaning, grunting, and the loud evidence of the amount of juice I am releasing as each punch he takes inside of me, squishes all over us. When his thumb once again makes contact with my clit, I fall, spin, spiral and float somewhere else screaming for him to catch me. “Blaaaake. Yes. I’m coming. Oh my God. Please. Don’t stop.” the words spill from my mouth, as the mousy me disappears and is replaced by a new woman…his woman.
“Take me in, flower. Open up and take this fucking jizz. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.” I scream with him as his heat fills me. My mind conjures these images as he soaks me with his seed of babies and love. I really am going crazy. “Are you ok, baby?” he is still inside of me but not moving. Moving my sweaty hair out of my face, he kisses me and looks me over, not moving.
“I’m fine.” I tell him lost in my head about what just happened. What I just let happen.
“I need to take care of you, don’t move.” kissing my nose he pulls out. We both groan at the loss. I watch his cock dangle between his legs, covered in our combined juices with tinges of pink. It shouldn’t make me feel…tingly, but it does. I hear the water in the bathroom turn on and I stretch my arms over my head and squeak a little at how sore I am. “Come on, flower.” he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the tub. Climbing in behind me, I lean back against him and sigh. Is it wrong that this feels so right?
For at least an hour we sit in the tub, and say nothing, just...be. He washes my body and hair, kisses me like I am porcelain, and finally, we get out. He carries me into the bedroom and lays me on the chaise. I am confused at first, but when he begins to change the sheets, I understand. I watch this very important man, dote on me and for me. When he is satisfied that the bed is clean, he picks me up once again and lays me on the bed. “No clothes. Just lay here and relax. I am going to take a quick shower.” he kisses me before walking into the bathroom.
I am dozing when my phone rings. Thinking it is my sister, who no doubt has seen the photos of us, since I'm sure they are all over the news by now, I get out of bed and search for my purse. Mistake. It freaking hurts to walk. I find it by the door and grab my phone. “Oh no.” It is Markis. I am a chicken shit and I know it, but I can’t talk to him right now. I let it ring and go back to bed. Holding the phone in my hand, I feel horrible. I mean true, we didn’t officially have a relationship, but I am confident if it weren’t for me having to come back here, we would be at that point. It stops ringing and then there is a slight buzz alerting me to a text. I don’t want to read it, but the guilt is killing me, so I do anyway.
Markis: I saw your picture on the news today. You didn’t look like yourself or happy. I am worried about you. Call me sweetheart so I know you are ok. I miss my girl.
I should answer him. I should. But not right now…like this...naked after having been with another man. No. I am going to call him tomorrow when I am alone. And tell him what? My inner voice is asking. I don’t know, yet. But I owe it to him to at least respond. Right?
Ouch. Ouch. Shoot. Everything hurts. I am just going to lay here for a second and not move. I literally just woke up, energized and ready for the day until I moved. Now, I want to go back to sleep until I am no longer sore. Who the hell knew you used so many muscles for sex? My arm reaches out to the side, and I feel a cold empty space. Opening my eyes, I smile when I see a rose and a note on his pillow.
Flower,
There is nothing I wanted more than to wake up with you in my arms. Unfortunately, I have a ton of meetings today and none of it can be shifted around. I am, however, not going to leave until I see your face and know you are ok. I need to see you smile so I know yesterday wasn’t a dream. When you get this, please come to me in the kitchen. It is down the hall and to the left, so I can feed you before I go.