I turn away from my wife, storm downstairs and slam the front door behind me.
Heavy droplets fall on my head and soak through my hair and shirt as I make my way to my car. I’m not sure when it started raining, but the day has turned dark and grey, just like my mood. Why the fuck did she pick a fight? Insinuating I was a pussy for not asking for my job back – she knows as well as I do it’s not that simple. Nothing is that simple. I have hoops to jump through and boxes to tick, and apart from a few singular instances, I’ve been on the straight and narrow doing all the right things, kissing all the right ass to get back there – I am so close to getting back to where I was and surpassing myself, but I’m not there yet.
I start the engine and pull away sharply. Driving helps to clear my mind. I drive through dark streets, the rain pounding against my windscreen, my headlights slashing the darkness. I drive aimlessly, my mind replaying the angry words exchanged with my wife, the ugliness of the undercurrent of accusations. The more I think, the angrier I get, the more my stomach drops, and my hands grip the steering wheel, and my foot gets heavier on the accelerator. I don’t know how or why, but I find myself parked outside Amy’s building.
The light in her apartment is on. The yellow lights glow and spill out into the dark street as if she has captured a fragment of sunshine, and then, as if she can feel me, she comes to the window. Our eyes meet and hold there. Something passes between us, something that thunders through the world and sends a long harrowing shiver through me.
I think about going up there, about taking my anger out on her small body, about finding release in her tight pussy, in her wild smell and her soft skin. I shut my eyes, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as images of her – of us – flood my mind in an overpowering deluge. When I open my eyes again, she’s vanished from her window, and somehow it makes me feel relieved but also disappointed.
I sit in a puddle of need, my aching cock hard, my body tense, my anger shifting and morphing into dangerous desire, and then there she is, standing in a tight, short nightgown at the front of her building. The rain slashes through the fabric, forcing it to stick to her slender body, showing off her curves, straining through her hair and down her face. She keeps standing there watching me watching her.
I step out of my car and lean against it, knowing that if I cross that road, if I cross that line, there are no more excuses, there are no more lies that I was overwhelmed, no more blaming it on impulse or poor judgement. There would be no one to blame, there would only be a choice and I’d be the one making it.
The rain pelts down my body and soaks into my shirt and jeans. My hair is a wet wild mess. Amy’s eyes haven’t left mine, they’re burning with lust and lascivious thoughts that mirror my own. My throat closes as my heart pounds brutally in my chest. My stomach hardens, as does my resolve.
I shred the distance between us, giving in to my body. My brain shrivels up like wilted leaves. My hands sink into her saturated hair, grabbing a fistful, pulling and forcing her head up to mine. My heart slams in my chest as my lips crush hers. I’m hungry and angry and I need to punish her, for making me do this, for making me want her. My body moves, forcing hers back and into the building till her back finds a wall. Our lips still locked in a maddening war, our tongues clashing in a dangerous dance.
My hand slides up her body, slithering along her wet nightgown, teasing the fabric, feeling the bare, soft flesh beneath till I reach her neck. My fingers grip her throat, pinning her to the wall, tightening ever so slightly, and then a little more as I keep kissing her, keep stealing her breath away. She pushes back, baulking under the pressure, surrendering to me. I unlatch myself from her mouth and release her neck, letting her suck in air but keeping her pinned in place. Her eyes find mine, dark with black desire. I can’t help the smile that curls along my face. I revel in the knowledge that her hunger matches my own.
“Move,” I growl and release her. She spins away from me and dashes to the steps, taking two at a time. She could be running from me or eager to get to her apartment. Either way, I chase. She’s not getting away.
Her door stands open, and she crosses the threshold. I am half a step behind her. Snatching her wrist, I spin her to me. She’s out of breath and flushed, and I kick the door closed behind us. My hand finds her jaw, my fingers and thumb digging in, forcing her lips into a pout that I devour. It’s like catching a spirit, wild and rare and furious.
Her hands tangle in my wet shirt and she fights the fabric, tugging and pulling till I let her strip it from my body. Her hands reach for my pants. In a moment my button and zip are undone. I grab her hair, once more controlling her head with deliberate but tempered force. It is far more than a suggestion. I pull her away from my mouth and guide her to a spot on my neck, to my chest, forcing her slowly to bend at the knees till she is kneeling before me and her hands know what to do. She pulls down my pants and boxer shorts, and her hot mouth closes around my cock. I moan seeing her there like that, with that nightgown sticking to her body and her green eyes swirling with lust, and my hard shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, already swollen from our bruising kisses.
She doesn’t take me deep, doesn’t allow herself to gag, so I force her movements, urging her on, feeling her throat close around me as she chokes on my cock and her eyes water. Her hands dig into my thighs. I’m already too close.
I yank her mouth away and step away from her, leaving her there on her knees, with glistening eyes and shiny lips. I make my way to her bedroom and sit on the edge of her bed, remove my shoes and tear off my wet pants. They fall at my feet in a heap.
Amy is already here. She straddles me. Her hands push me down onto the mattress, her breasts falling forward in the motion, and she lifts herself ever so slightly, making me lose my breath. I find her mouth and kiss her, letting her think for a few blissful seconds that she will get any control tonight. As she softens against me, I tense, and in one deft athletic move, I roll on top of her. She squeals as I flip her over, and I seal her mouth with a long savage kiss, swallowing her sounds. Keeping most of my weight through my elbows and forearms, I plant them on either side of her head. She’s pinned down and helpless. Just how I want her.
Her eyes are wide and questioning when I finally release her mouth, relishing in how her lips are swollen and reddened. Gripping her wrists, I pin them over her head and roll off her. I miss her heat instantly, but tonight isn’t just about pleasure, it’s about pain. She has flayed my soul open. She’s forced me into this, here into her arms where I shouldn’t be. We are both sinners, and we need to suffer.
Slowly, I begin to peel her wet nightgown up and away from her slender body till it covers her face and her eyes.
She gasps. “Joe?” Her breathy voice is slightly muffled beneath the fabric.
“Don’t move.” I growl low and deep near her ear and watch her body momentarily tense while my fingers slip beneath her tiny sleep shorts and underpants. I slide them down below her knees then rip them off. And then I lie there, letting my eyes have their fill. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her breaths, watching the nipples tighten and pebble, her slender body quivers under my gaze.
When I can take no more, I touch her, my fingers feathering over her skin, tight and sticky from the rain. I trace long lines along her navel, up to her breasts and around her nipples. She moans and writhes under my touch. Squirms when I feather the curve of her hips and gasps when I push her thighs open. And when touching is no longer enough, I draw those same lines with my tongue, tasting the rain on her skin, watching it erupt into goosebumps each time I leave a long, languishing kiss, or suck her nipples into my mouth. Her face remains covered, and her moans are soft and needy. And then I want to take even more from her.
My fingers sink slowly between her slits. She is so wet for me I slip two fingers inside her easily, and she gasps and bucks as I do. She is so fucking beautiful all covered up and desperate and wet, and my fingers slide in and out of her till I need even more from her.
I slide down her body and push her open, and fuck she has a beautiful pussy. And though I’ve been inside it before, it is the first time I have taken my time to look at it. I kiss it, revering it as she moans. I taste her, and I am smitten and broken and needy. My tongue slips out and I flick her swollen clit, she mewls. I’m insatiable as I keep tasting her and my fingers rub and nudge and poke. Her legs twine about my head, her hips buck. Her body begins to quiver, and she moans. It’s beautiful and I think I might break, but I remind myself that we haven’t suffered enough, so I push away abruptly, grab her small waist and spin her around.
She yelps, surprised, and groans in disappointment. I know she’s about to protest, but I push her head down into the sheets, silencing her. I nibble the back of her shoulders, tracing my hand along her back and across the two dimples in her hips, and I realise that this, the length of her body, is the simple answer to what I am missing, and despite that, there is still room for punishment, for desire, for suffering.
I pin her down, pushing her head further into the mattress. I don’t want her moving. I help her tuck her knees below her stomach and her splendid ass is in the air on display. Her pussy glistens for me and her wild smell is intoxicating. I dip two fingers into her wetness, and she moans and pushes into me, seeking relief, but she won’t get it. She’s as guilty as I am.
I slide my fingers along the seam of her ass burrowing between the cheeks. She gasps, but she can’t move with her head buried in the sheets. My fingers sink slowly into her ass. She whimpers, but I don’t stop. I push all the way in, and this time she moans and raises her haunches, pushing towards me. Then I sink them in again, working my fingers in and out, stretching her, till she cries out in agony and despair, and then I know we are almost there, almost at the point of absolution.
I pull away one last time and crouch behind her. I am so hard and so swollen my resolve cracking under the need. She’s overwhelming. I sink into her tight hot pussy in one long delicious move and slowly, I fuck her. She tightens around me, whimpering, and I pull out as we both ache in disappointment.
“Joe,” she begs, but I wait, touching her, playing with her, keeping her on a tight edge before letting her fall each time. And when I have enough, I start again, pushing myself into her, and almost instantly she is rolling her hips and crying out and desperately seeking for me to give her relief. Her desperation is manic, it’s like ministering to a lunatic, but again I pull out and she tenses and fights. She moans and begs, and I wait and I suffer just like her till I push into her again, and I know that this time I won’t stop.
She’s so hot and so ready. I thrust into her, and she cries out, her pussy clenching and sucking me in. She pushes against me and moans and screams as I pound relentlessly into her. I come hard, in long trembling jerks. I am overrun and overwhelmed by sensation. For a moment the world is a black hole that begins to disappear into itself, and then I am on the bed by her side and air fills my lungs and I am flooded with relief and delight and pleasure. There is no guilt and no anger because we suffered to get here. We suffered for our sins, and the reward was worth the punishment.
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