When I woke up the cool breeze was blowing softly through the open window on my left, stirring the thin sheet against my skin and causing goose bumps to rise on my arms and a shiver through my shoulders. Instead of getting up to close the window, which would have just made the cold go deeper within, I burrowed closer to Bastian and his warmth. Just touching him made heat spike in me, deep inside where my love and lust for him resided. I knew then that there was simply no doubt that I wasn’t going back to sleep so I moved his hair out of the way and nipped his earlobe gently with my teeth.
Sometimes that was all it took to wake Bastian but lately he seemed to be sleeping more soundly or my late night cravings were taking more of his daily energy than I realized. Not to be deterred I took his long black locks out of his ponytail and ran my fingers through it, spreading the length out across our pillows so I could marvel at its’ beauty. His hair was long, thick and so black that it seemed to mirror true darkness. When Bastian wore black silk shirts or the pajamas I bought for his last birthday you couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. My boring brown hair, which he swore was a rich mahogany with red highlights, could never be as silky soft or beautiful as his is. If it were long enough I’d wrap it around myself like a fur coat and sleep in it.
Still fully asleep Bas turned over onto his back, shifting his legs and arms in a way that made me smile. It seemed as if somehow in his mind he knew what was going on, what I wanted and simply complied without waking. At first I pressed my body against his, close and tight to feel the muscles and heat of him against me. The warmth seeped deep inside, chasing away the chill that had woken me. I slid my fingertips over Bastian’s chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles, the broadness of his chest. I reveled in the smooth feeling of his skin and slowly moved over him, leaving soft, wet kisses along my path.
Just to the right of his belly button I sunk my teeth in, at first gently, then slowly increasing the pressure. A sound came from between his lips and his eyes fluttered open. When I looked up I met those beautiful silver-gray eyes with, what I hoped to be, a seductive look. Bas smiled down at me and slipped his hand into my hair and slowly tightened his hold on it as I had with my bite. He didn’t try to pull me off of him, simply looked down at me, knowing what was coming, what I wanted to do. I loosened my teeth gently and ran my tongue over the marks left in his flesh, moving to the other side I repeated the process to leave another mark on him. He was mine and I wanted him to know how much I enjoyed the fact that he belonged to me, and I to him.
Bastian’s hand tightened to just the side of pain and then he loosened when I let up and licked the matching bite mark on his left side. I slowly moved down, pushing his thighs far apart and tentatively drew one ball into my mouth, rolling it around from side to side, sucking on it gently. I switched to the other and enjoyed the sound of his breathing hasten, Bastian’s fingers tightened again in my hair which was a very good indication he wanted to yank me off of him and pound into me. Instead he allowed me to continue teasing him with tongue, lips and teeth as I sucked and nibbled him until he could no longer hold back the moans.
“You’re lucky that I’m in love with you, Adriana or I wouldn’t tolerate how often you wake me up in the middle of the night, no matter how exquisite the sex is.”
“I know, Bas,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “I’m glad you let me get away with how often I need you deep inside me.” I looked him in the eyes, showing him just how badly I really did need him right that moment. The next thing I knew I was on my back with my legs being thrust open, kissed roughly as he worked his way inside me. With as soaked as I was Bas had no problem getting his dick inside me and once he was all the way in, touching the deepest part of me he stopped and smiled down at me. Gentle fingers, slender and long, smoothed my hair back from my forehead and soft lips kissed all over my face, light like butterfly wings. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. I knew my needs were taking a toll on him and I couldn’t figure out what was causing my insane lust lately. I was simply glad that I hadn’t ruined the sanctity of our relationship due to the lust that seemed to burn deep inside my soul.
Then this slightly evil glint filled Bastian’s eyes as he took my wrists and placed them above my head. He knew I loved to dig my nails into his back when we made love. I needed some way to release all the adrenaline that pumped through me and if he was going to hold my hands above my head that would mean I’d end up screaming my head off and the neighbors might call the cops.
It was early evening and we had just finished dinner along with a bottle of wine. Bas was being playful with me, tickling, kissing and nibbling while we were watching the movie we had rented for the evening. I thought the alcohol was simply inhibiting him but I recalled other times we had been drinking that he seemed to be the perfect gentleman. I enjoyed the play and went a little further by pulling his button-down shirt out of his jeans and running my nails along his perfect stomach and chest. He kissed me even harder and started undoing his belt.
We ended up on the floor in front of the entertainment center, wrapped in a blanket. He had me on my back with my hands trapped in one of his above my head, looking down at me and urging me to keep my eyes open. He wanted to see my eyes when I came, slid a hand under my hip to prop me slightly higher and sped up his rhythm. I had my knees up high and my legs spread far so I could feel every inch of him inside me. We’d never had sex outside the bedroom before and it was exquisite, we’d never even been slightly rough with each other. It made me wonder if I even knew who Bastian was.
I knew I wanted him to let go completely and take me as he truly wanted to and told him so. He paused, looking down at me, assessing me and then this glint entered his eyes, I could only think of it as slightly evil; not demonic, just dangerous. Then he truly let go and slammed into me with great speed and stopped again. It had been glorious and the shudders ran through my body told him I’d liked it. He continued to slam into me, over and over, slow and steady at first and then simply couldn’t hold the rhythm anymore and started slamming into me harder and faster as he let go of his control. The waves of the orgasm spread furiously through my body and I needed to let it out but my hands were trapped and I couldn’t get free so I screamed and screamed until my throat was sore and screamed again, over and over.
Afterwards he smiled down at me, kissed me thoroughly and slumped, resting his head on my shoulder. At first I couldn’t figure out what the shivering through is body was and then I realized he was laughing softly and I couldn’t hear him over the movie credits playing on the TV. Then the banging started on the apartment door, people were yelling out in the hallway and we scrambled to cover ourselves as the cops came crashing through it with guns drawn thinking I was being beaten or murdered. It was embarrassing having to explain to them and the nosey neighbors what had really been going on. One of the cops had been a rookie and his face was so red he must have been fresh out of training. Apologies were exchanged and we promised to keep our private life a lot quieter in the future.
Still smiling, Bastian slammed into me fiercely, causing my breath to catch. To keep from moaning I clenched my jaw; the shudder running through my body was strong and then he did it again. “Bast…” he cut me off with a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth and slammed into me again. Pulling back he nuzzled and nibbled my neck and started the rhythm that would end up with me screaming until I no longer had a voice.
Slipping his free hand under my hip and putting me into a slightly higher angle than normal he continued pounding into me, seemingly to increase his speed the more I shook under him. He stopped me from screaming by kissing me roughly every time I started to. He was trying to get me to let go and enjoy myself before he completely lost himself in me. So I let go and gave myself over to him entirely.
