14 comments/ 26927 views/ 0 favorites Always By: Sultry81 The one thing you've asked of me is to write down what I felt when you commanded my night. I put on a brand new bra and panty set and lay on the bed wearing the blindfold you bought me. Your only instructions were for me to be unable to see when you came home. You walk in the house and announce yourself, "Honey, I'm home!" I can't help but think how cheesy that sounds and I giggle to myself but I don't answer. You know where I am. You walk up the stairs and approach our room. You open the door and I know what you see. Your wife is lying on the bed wearing a sapphire bra and thong set that you've never seen. The sun is setting at our window so the shadows of the trees caress random parts of my milk chocolate skin. I can hear you breathing. My breasts tingle and my chest heaves as I feel you watching me. You haven't said a word but I hear what you're saying. A smile lights my face. I can hear the same in your voice as you finally say, "You are so beautiful." It's wonderful to lay here and bask in your love. You walk to the bed and stop before you touch it. I hear you shedding clothes slowly and it turns me on. I'm getting restless as I hear you untie your tie and start unbuttoning your shirt as you toe off your shoes and socks. I hear you unbuckle your pants and the rustling of you pulling your shirt from them. Their near silent slide down your legs makes my hands shake. I know what's left, nothing. You didn't put on anything else this morning. My nipples are awake and my thighs are flexing as you watch me. I can feel your heated gaze. "Do you trust me," you ask? "Always." You walk around our king sized bed and I can feel your eyes on every inch of my skin. You lean over me and kiss my fingers. Your fingers caress my face. Then I feel you gently scrape your nails across my belly. I suck in air and my back arches. I feel you crawl onto the bed and my skin warms. Your rub your hands on my skin from my toes to the blindfold and everywhere in between. You miss nothing. Not my inner thighs or the perfectly plumped lips between them. You lick the secret spot behind my ear and crawl over me to palm a breast through my bra and reach under me to grab what you can of my bare ass cheek. I groan and push up towards you. You take advantage of the opportunity and peel off my thong. I feel a finger gliding through my secret honey and open my thighs for more. My hands are caressing and squeezing my breasts. You watch the show for a minute or so and then roll me over. The object of your unending infatuation awaits you in all of its ample, fat, chocolaty, goodness. I imagine your eyes drift nearly closed as you thank the gods of genetics. You grasp one cheek in each hand and lean forward to rub your erection in between. My butt clenches at the instant heat. You lean on my back and groan into my neck. Your breath excites me. You nibble my ear and I feel your nipples on my back. I stretch my arms toward the headboard and feel your fingers at the clasp of my bra. You pop it open and coax my arms through the straps to remove it. My breasts are still encased in the cups and you turn me over to set them free. I beg you to kiss me. I need your lips on mine. You lean over me and provide the briefest of kisses then pull away taking my bra with you. At last, my nakedness appears. You don't see that last few pounds I want to lose and I don't feel them. You gently squeeze my soft belly and pull on my nipples. Between my moans I hear you murmuring and ask what you're saying. You're thanking me for loving you and trusting you. "Always, my love. Always." You sweep me into your arms and drown me in your kisses. I want you so much! Your arms tighten around me and slowly relax. You guide me back to the bed from my new place in your lap. You're thigh is wet. "Is that me or you," you ask? Your finger checks and it's me. Drops of my honey are on you. My territory is marked. You spread my legs and your eyes see what your finger discovered. My pussy weeps for you. You're shocked at how wet I am and you lust for my nectar. Your tongue swipes my clit and I jump. You ease a finger inside of me and moan. You add a second finger and it barely fits. You curve them upwards and rub me from the inside. I see colors behind my eyes! I can't keep still! "What is that you're rubbing??!!" I ask but you say nothing. I know you're watching me unravel and you're probably sweating but you have to see this. My first orgasm tonight is something I'll never forget. It's like finding buried treasure or landing on the moon. There are no words. Your fingers and mouth play me like your life is on the line. It's perfection. I don't have room enough inside of me to contain this feeling. You take me up and up and up then let me fly. That orgasm tears out of me like it has an agenda. I cry and scream and thrash. Your mouth is stuck to me. You won't let me stop. I've lost control of myself. You have my mind under the control of your lips and tongue. This ecstasy is so intense and concentrated that it could be pain. I'm not sure. You drink everything that I have and eagerly await the presence of more honey. The next thing I know you're kissing my eyelids open. They were pinched shut behind the blindfold. You removed it somewhere in that 5 minute orgasm and now I can see you. That face that I've loved for so many years is mine to behold. I grab your head and kiss your shiny face while whispering to let me have you. You nudge your cock through my soaked lips and push into me. That initial invasion nearly sends me to a new place but I hold my ground. This is for us. I have to share this with you. You savor pushing into me and pulling out. Feeling my walls grab and suck at you with such intense heat is your undoing. You speed up and begin to piston into me because you know I like that. I'm grunting and we're both sweating. It's going to be over soon. I can feel your muscles quake. I wrap my legs around you and whisper to you, "let it go, I want to feel you come inside of me. Show me your heat baby!" You roar in my ear and smack my butt cheek. You always know how to squeeze that last orgasm out of me. I came with my eyes open but unseeing and my mouth open but mute. I love you baby, Always. Always Hello there! Angel here! This is my first story *jumps excitedly* Let me know what you guys think. CREATIVE criticism is always welcomed. Unfortunately, this chapter doesn't contain graphic content, it's more of an introduction type but no fear! If you guys like it, I'll write the next chapter with some smutty goodness;) ANYWAYS! Please enjoys and comment! Cameron stepped out of his house with grateful ease. He was more than happy to leave his parents bickering to themselves. With a sigh of relief and a backpack full of unmerciful homework, Cameron shoved his hands in the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and stepped off the porch. His parents weren't usually home at the same time, what with his mom's busy life as a law firm assistant and his dad's life as a store manager telling lazy people what to do. Cameron had little time to think about his family situation when his breathing suddenly stopped; and it was for a very good reason. Cameron believed the only good thing about still living with his parents was living next door to Leon. They have known each other for about three years since Cameron and his parents moved into the empty two story house. Cameron thought his luck about ran out when he found out they would go to the same high school. Leon locked the door to his house and turned around, making his way to his car. He spotted Cameron on the sidewalk in a frozen stance. "What, are you stuck to the ground? It's not that cold is it, Cam?" Leon chuckled. Cameron shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "Sorry." He mumbled, "I was just thinking about stuff." Like how good you look in that tank top and over shirt. Turn around and I can see how the jeans fit... "Aren't you going to be cold? It's going to be sixty five degrees today, might even rain." Cameron said pushing the hair out of his face and stopping his insane perverted thoughts. "Nah, I'll be alright. Besides, I like the rain." Leon looked towards the sky in a mesmerized gaze. Liking the smell of rain in the air was one thing they had in common, despite others saying it was a weird thing to like. It was one of the things Cameron secretly kept close to his heart. He knew it was a stupid thing to cherish, but to him it felt like a link between Leon and himself. In too deep with his thoughts, Cameron didn't see Leon waving a hand in front of him. "Hmmm?" Cameron asked. "What did you say?" Leon smiled, "I asked you if you wanted a ride to school weirdo. You seem really out of it today." "Ah I'm fine, really. Just had a rough morning." "Is everything okay?" Leon tilted his head in concern. "Yup, don't worry about it. I call shot gun. Unless you want me drive, I could do that." Cameron smirked, reaching for the keys in Leon's hand. "Sorry shorty, not gonna happen." Leon moved away laughing, knowing that being called short would get on Cameron's nerves. Leon slipped into the driver's seat of the new car he got for his birthday. Cameron huffed," Hey, I'm not that short. You're what, 6'3? I'm only a few inches behind." Cameron seated himself in the passenger seat of Leon's Mercedes. "Since when is 5'7 'just a few inches behind'?" Leon once again gave one of his handsome smiles as he turned on the radio. "Since I said—". Cameron was unable to finish his sentence as the song he hated most played on the radio. "Why does it seem like everything you do is meant to irritate me." Cameron glared at Leon as if he controlled the radio stations. "Why whatever do you mean?" Leon asked as innocently as possible as he drove out of the driveway, trying to keep his face from smirking. He knew why Cameron was glaring and loved that his friend was so easily angered. "Of course when I get into your stupid car, 'Baby' has to play, my number 1 hated song in my life. It's bad enough that kid stole my hair style." Cameron turned off the radio and pulled out his iPod from his backpack. He plugged it into the jack and set the songs at random. "Why blame me when it could be the universe against you." Leon laughed, causing Cameron to give him another glare. Cameron stuck his tongue out at Leon and turned his head to stare out the window. They had a comfortable relationship to say the least. They first met when they were fourteen; Leon was never shy of friends while Cameron moved to an entirely new place. When Leon found out there was a person living next to him and going to the same school, he decided they should be good friends. Cameron was swept up in Leon's pace and who would mind to be friends with someone like Leon? The brunette stud oozed sex appeal, with his biceps though not rippled was a good size and Cameron was positive Leon was hiding abs underneath his shirt. Leon's smile melted the hearts of girls everywhere, every time, much to Cameron's discontent. In contrast, Cameron had a swimmer's build; he was slim and lanky. He kind of wished he had abs and a bigger body like Leon's, but he also liked the differences. Cameron knew since middle school that he was gay. He was intrigued by fantasy stories he read on the internet between men and never once looked at stories between men and women. No, Cameron wasn't out to his parents since it was difficult to get them to stay still long enough to have a conversation. However, he surprised himself when he came out to Leon just three days after meeting each other. If he hadn't tried to pawn that girl that he didn't like on me, I wouldn't have said anything... "We're here, Cam." "Huh? Oh, already?" Cameron's memories stopped flowing as he moved to get his iPod and exit the car. "I swear, Cam, something is definitely up with you today." Leon said as he locked his precious car. "Heeey...Is it possible you're keeping something from me?" Leon narrowed his eyes at Cameron. "W-what? Don't be stupid." Cameron stammered. Like I would ever show you my feelings. "Aren't you being nosy Leon?" "Being nosy is my job. I probably wouldn't have found out you were gay if I didn't pry. Now come on, stop changing the subject." "What do you mean?" Stop getting close before I do something I regret, Leon, please... "You're hiding something from me and I know because you're acting all weird." "Isn't he always weird?" The smart ass answer came from Max. Apparently, we failed to notice his car pulling into the space next to us and him getting out of the car. "I mean it's nothing out of the norm right?" Max smirked. Oh, how he loved to torture me, but at the same time saving me from an uncomfortable situation with Leon. "I guess so. You would know more about him after all, Max." Leon said quietly, moving his head down. And that was true. Max and I knew each other since childhood. His parents divorced when we were ten and he moved to live with his dad. I didn't know where until orientation at the high school and I saw him for the first time in years. I was ecstatic to see a close, old friend again. Max was the same height as Leon, and maybe a little more muscled but not much. While Leon had this sort of charming and charismatic aura about him, Max screamed bad ass and had this 'I don't care' look which was completed with his slick back hair and a strand of hair by his face. But that wasn't Max's personality at all. Sure he could be dangerous if you get on his bad side, but he's really nice and comfortable to be around. Leon and Max standing next to each is really a sight to behold. They are both popular among the ladies. It's almost as if they had a silent competition going on between them on who could charm the most girls, but they are both gentlemen at heart. "Isn't that mean to say, Maxi?" Alex broke me out of my thoughts. He stepped out of the passenger's seat of Max's car. Alex is definitely a soft spoken type of guy. When I first met him, I thought he was an emo kid for sure. He had straight black hair to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes, all his black clothes would also be another hint. He had a thin body, but I wouldn't say it was frail, just thin. Again, looks are deceiving. Alex is really kind-hearted and timid. It took me a long time to get used to how quiet he talked. We met the first day of high school through Max. It seems they met each other when Max first moved out here and they went to middle school together. "Not if it's true Alex." Max grinned. "It's not true. Thanks for coming to my rescue Alex, saving me from Max the terrible." "Hey, I'm a great person, just not to you." Max retorted. Cameron glared at Max across from him. Alex was between them, putting his hands up to mediate between the two. Alex was fully aware of the arguments they get into. "Wow, you guys sure are fun to watch, but being ignored isn't my strong suit." Leon said, reminding Cameron that he was still there. "S-sorry Leon!" Cameron felt bad that he forgot Leon was standing there. "Haha, it's alright. I was just messing with you Cam." Leon's smile melted Cameron's heart, yet another victim of the captivating charm. "I'll see you later. I'm gonna meet up with some of the guys." Leon ruffled Cameron's hair as he walked away. "Bye Max, Alex." They waved goodbye as he walked into the school. Cameron seemed entranced by the smooth muscles of the broad back working underneath Leon's shirt. "You know I could ask the school to buy a fork lift to pick your jaw off the floor." Max grinned, putting his arm on Cameron's shoulder. Cameron came back to his senses and pushed Max's arm off. "Oh whatever, Max. Be nice or I'll tell Alex to attack you. As strong as you are, you would never hurt Alex. He's too sweet and cute to touch; Alex is like a puppy!" "Hey! I resent that statement!" Alex chirped. They all laughed and started to walk into the school. Cameron couldn't ignore that Leon was right; something felt different today. Since the day he met Leon, Cameron struggled with his feelings towards the other teenager. Was today, the beautiful cloudy day that it was, the day Cameron was true to his feelings and Leon? Always She tenses up under his touch... anticipating. The feel of his fingers as they slide softly over her skin, like giving off little charges of electricity as they touch her. She feels his hot breath on her neck and then his lips, kissing her lovingly, sending chills up and down her body. Knowing what was about to come, and wanting it so badly. He breathes into her ear, "You know I have to do this don't you?" "Yes," she whimpers out to him as she is laying down on her stomach, her knees bent and her ass sticking up in the air. Where his hand is now. She feels the rustle of air moving... SMACK "Ahhh," She cries out involuntarily as his hand had quickly risen up and came down hard on her ass. SMACK "God," she moans out, his hand stinging her ass, hurting so good. SMACK "YESSSS," She groans... arching her back to present more of her ass to him. The skin burning hot now, spreading fire throughout her body. His hand is now back on her ass, rubbing slowly in circles over the burning spot he had just spanked, soothing it. His breath back in her ear, "You are such a smart, intelligent girl baby. You know I love you don't you?" "Yes," she manages to whimper out again. Her ass burning hot, spreading pain and pleasure throughout her body. She feels herself getting wet, she can't help it. It feels so good to have him do this to her. She craves it. SMACK She groans again. SMACK Her hands grabbing the sheets of the bed hard, as she is pushing her ass up and out for him. SMACK 'Ohhhhhhhhhh,' she is throbbing, her body throbbing, her pussy wet and needing to be filled. His hand now moving lazily over her back. His voice in her ear again: "And it's because I love you, because you are such a good, smart, sexy baby girl, that I have to do this. Isn't that right?" he kisses her ear after the last word then moves down to her cheek kissing slowly, lovingly while his hand slowly wraps itself in her long hair. "Yessss," she moans out. He quickly pulls her head up by her hair so she can see his face, so close to hers. "OHHH" she moans loudly. "Yes what?" He demands, yanking her hair harder, causing the pain/pleasure to shoot down her spine. She looks up at him, into his eyes, "Yes, Daddy, Yes that's right." SMACK SMACK SMACK Pain stinging her ass as he spanks her hard and fast. He stops so that she can feel her skin burn and burn. His hand slides lightly down between her legs. His finger gently rubbing her lips and finds her clit. Its touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body. He lingers there for 3,4,5 seconds. Enough to make her groan out and try to get more by rocking her hips back. He pulls his finger away. His finger comes around to her mouth, the same finger that had been rubbing her pussy and clit oh so briefly. "Open," He says forcefully as he gives a pull on her hair. She opens her lips and he slides the finger inside. She tastes herself on his finger and sucks it in greedily. "You like that baby?" He asks gently. She nods her head affirmatively as she slides her mouth up and down his thick long finger. "Just like sucking a cock isn't it?" He asks again, pulling his finger out with a plop. She looks at him with need in her eyes, "Yes Daddy, just like that." "Like what baby?" he asks softly. "Like sucking a cock Daddy," she whimpers. He pulls her head up roughly again... mouth inches from hers. "Is that what you were thinking about tonight when you were out?" He says roughly, a slight menace rising in his voice. "Thinking about sucking cock while you were out with your girlfriends?" "Daddy, no, I would never think that..." she pleads. "SLUT!" he roars. He raises his hand high She tenses. SMACK "AHHHH" she cries out. SMACK Ass burning again. "You know I don't tolerate lying you little slut!" He growls loudly. SMACK SMACK SMACK "Ohhhhhhh god!" she is crying out with each smack, ass burning, clit tingling, pussy throbbing, skin cherry red. "Little sluts do not lie, they tell the truth, isn't that what I've taught you?" He demands, fire in his eyes. She manages to look at him through her haze of lust. The pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her desire to submit to him running through every fiber of her being. The need for him to inflict any punishment on her that he sees fit. "Yes you have. I'm sorry Daddy," She barely moans out. "LYING" SMACK "IS" SMACK "NOT" SMACK "TOLERATED!!!" SMACK He roars out each word forcefully before stinging her ass again and again. She can barely breathe through it all. The pain searing and tingling, each slap of his hand seemingly going straight to her pussy, inflaming it beyond belief, she is rising and falling with it, almost like on a roller coaster. Then he stops. His finger again on her clit. rubbing it slowly, electrical jolts of pleasure shooting through her. She cant take it anymore. "PLEASE DADDY!" She begs out loud. He doesn't respond. Just continues to slowly rub her clit and sopping wet pussy. "Ohhhhh fuck Ohhhhh fuck," her moans of pleasure coming uncontrollably. Her hips rocking into his hand. He stops and moves his hand away from her burning pussy. "PLEASE DADDY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" She cries out, moaning and whimpering all at the same time, beginning to lose control, the lust dominating her. "What baby?" Voice gentle again. No menace present as it was just a moment before. "Please, let me cum!" She looks at him, begging, "Please, I need to cum so bad!" voice pleasing. "Bad enough to tell me the truth, hmmmm?" He asks as he is gently rubbing her burning ass, admiring her body. "Yes," She croaks out. He bends over, lightly kissing her ass cheek where it is the brightest red. Kissing and sucking, leaving it wet. She shivers underneath his lips. His mouth slowly moves around, behind her, tongue running along her inner thigh, an inch from her flaming pussy. "Ohhhhhh god daddy yes, yes please, god please," she pleads, praying he continues. He brings his body around behind her, hands now on her hips, holding her steady. Tongue still swirling over her inner thigh a few millimeters from her pussy. She is trying to rock back into his tongue but can't because his strength is holding her in place. "You want this baby?" "Please," she begs He pulls her hips back slightly so that his tongue spears her pussy. "Ah!" she cries. Tongue slowly licking up and down her wet lips, flicking over her clit. "Ahhhhhh god Daddy Yes, Please!" She tries to encourage him on. Her clit and pussy burning with need. His tongue moving faster over her clit, swirling around it in a circle, faster, faster. "Yessssssssssssssss," She hisses out, feeling the pleasure burst through her, building up fast. Moans pouring from her mouth. He pulls his face away. "No!" He booms out. She cries out in need. "NO! don't stop!" She was so close, god so close. Quickly he is up on his knees behind her, one hand grabs her long hair, wraps his hand around in it. Yanks it back hard so that her face is looking up. "I said lying is not tolerated here little slut!" SMACK Another hard hand to her ass. "Now stay still and don't you dare move," he instructs her. She feels his cock, hard and thick, against her leg, now he brings it up, lines up behind her. "DON'T MOVE!" He demands. One hand grips her hip hard as he drives his hard thick cock all the way inside her in one mighty thrust. "OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" She screams out. He holds it still inside her, filling her completely. One hand still in her hair, keeping her head held back, the other on her hip. Slowly pulling his cock out and stops. She's whimpering, his cock stretching and pulsating pleasure throughout her pussy. He drives his cock back in forcefully "AHHH!" She screams. He holds still with his throbbing cock filling her to the hilt. "Now, little baby, you are going to tell me the truth or I will not move my cock at all. And if you so much as try to slide your slutty pussy on it, I will pull out and leave you like this and you will not be allowed to make yourself cum. Is that UNDERSTOOD?" He bellows out the last word as he flexes his cock so she can feel its thickness filling her so sweetly. "YES daddy, I swear I will tell the truth," she can hardly get the words out, her breath coming so hard and heavy, the pleasure of his cock pulsating through her, her ass still burning hot heat from his hand. "I know you will," He says hoarsely. He pulls out slowly again and holds it for a split second. SLAM! His cock pummels her pussy in one strong thrust. "Ohhhhhhh jesus," she whispers, all of her senses are on overload, all she can think about is getting that beautiful hard cock to move inside her. "Now, tell me baby, were you thinking about sucking cock tonight while you were out?" He puts more pressure on her hair, waiting for her answer, cock pulsating inside her. "YES Daddy I was!" She cries out. "Good Girl" He says as he slams his cock back inside her and then starts a rhythm of slowly moving it in and out of her sopping pussy. "Ahhhhhhh," She can only manage a long groan as his cock is finally moving inside her, pleasure bursting through her body. She rocks her hips back to get more of it. SMACK His hand stings her ass again "I said don't move slut!" He commands. SMACK Beautiful pain burning her ass as she squeezes his cock with her pussy to intensify it. SMACK "Yargh" she yelps out. He continues to drive his cock inside her, harder now, a little faster. "And if you thought about sucking cock," He breathes hoarsely, "Then you must have thought about taking a cock in your pussy and fucking it, didn't you?" He demands out of her. Hips thrusting harder, driving his hard cock deep inside her. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhh," she is moaning and crying out, taking his cock, the intense pleasure overwhelming her. His hand now comes down rapidly on her ass several times SMACK SMACK SMACK She's moaning and grunting unintelligibly "DIDN'T YOU?" He roars at her. "YES! god yes, yes!" She cries back at him, the pleasure and pain building so high she is just moments away from exploding, He yanks her hair back harder and drives his cock deeper "And why is that baby? Why did you think about fucking a cock tonight?" He says, his breathe laboring now also. Grunts coming out of his mouth as he steadily thrusts inside her. "Because Daddy," she barely whispers in between moans. "WHY???" He yells again. SMACK "Tell me why!" SMACK He releases her hair so her head can fall on the bed and both hands now grip her hips. "Because I'm a Slut Daddy! she moans out at him. "A what?" "I'm a dirty little slut!" she cries "A dirty little fucking slut who loves cock!" "You're damn right you are! A filthy dirty little slut," He grunts loudly as he is slamming his cock furiously inside her, pummeling her, rocking her body hard. She can't help it but is now moving her ass into him in rhythm, wanting, needing to get every inch of his cock stuffed in her pussy and this time he isn't stopping her. His hand raises over her ass again. "You're Nothing But," - He grunts out. SMACK - Hand hits her burning ass again. Thrust Thrust Thrust - Cock pummeling her furiously fast and deep. Her moans and cries filling the room uncontrollably as he totally works her over. "A Fucking" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "Dirty" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "Little" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "WHORE!!!" He manages the last one with a mighty bellow, His cock jumping inside her, ready to burst. She is crying and blabbering, she can barely do anything but breathe, moan and grunt under his onslaught. "Aren't You???" One last demand. "Yeesssssssssssssssss Daddy.... I'm a fucking WHORE!!!" She screams at him, her body spasming with being made to admit it to him, needing to admit it, thrilling to admit what they both know. The intensity built so high from his merciless pummeling of her pussy, her ass burning from his repeated spankings and his total complete control of her and her pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," He roars out as her admission propels him into a blinding orgasm. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" He screams as the orgasm rushes through his body and down his cock, erupting out hot cum inside her, cock throbbing and jumping with each spurt. She can only scream out in sheer pleasure at first. One long cry of release as her body spasms and shakes in a tremendous orgasm. "Yessssss Yes Yes Yes Yes!" she moans out over and over as the waves of pleasure overtake her, feeling his cock shooting inside her, filling her with his hot cum. Both their breathing hot and loud, punctuated with little moans and groans still. Finally he slows down, his cock throbbing, breathing heavily. Sweat now pouring off their bodies. She can't think, can't comprehend. The orgasm has totally lifted her to another place and all she knows is how good it felt and that his cock is the entire center of her universe. They both collapse on the bed, he on top of her back, his cock still inside her. Where it should be. His hands grasp hers. Their breathing slowly coming back to normal. Laying there together, feeling their bodies, the sweat mingling and their panting as it winds down to normal breathing. After a long while of floating on the high of the moment and orgasm, relishing the feel of their bodies together, he leans his head down closely next to hers, lovingly kisses her neck and ear, tasting her salty skin. Then whispers: "Whose little slut are you baby?" She opens her eyes to look at him, smiles widely, then slowly whispers back: "Yours Daddy. Always." Always He came from behind while she was washing the dishes, his hands moving, one to bring her neck back and the other to begin kneading her breast. His teeth found the tender flesh of her throat and he bit her before he kissed her delicate skin. His left hand joined the right at her breast, caressing her through her white dress, her mouth open in a silent sigh. She gasped as his hands moved down, over her stomach and now to the edge of her dress, lower still before rising to the line of her panties. He ran his fingers along this border before feeling below it. At first her hands only rested on the counter, but his wandering fingers made her grip it for support. He found the nub of her clitoris and with two fingers rubbed it. He was in passion, almost inept from lust and excitement that caused him to lean into her as she fell back into him. She gasped as his fingers went deeper, lower, pushing inside her until she felt as though she might burst. His fingers curled back upon themselves, tapping at her weakest parts. She felt the back of his head pulling him closer as her heartbeat multiplied and her legs trembled until panting and moaning she could not stand alone. He smiled and kissed her cheek. When he was like this he could not control himself. She let him turn her around and push her up onto the counter. Again he lifted up her dress only to duck his head down, to press his lips against her tender thighs, to bite, manipulate. He slowed himself, nibbling only at first, gently kissing, darting near her soft lips and then retreating quickly. The tremors from her previous orgasm still boiled just under her skin and they multiplied each caress beyond its small boundaries and caused them to ripple throughout her system. He breathed softly against her lips, warning her, reminding her of what he could do, the power held in his tongue and mouth. He worked them all along the border of her south, kissing the soft carved V of her pubic hair and the smooth skin of her inner thigh. They traded a glance, his blue eyes meeting with her brown doe eyes. He pushed his mouth against her, his tongue pressing between her lips and finding the familiar nub with only its tip. She gasped as his tongue moved in circles, making her moan and gasp again. Her hand found him, one entrenching itself in his hair, the other pressing against his cheek gently lifting him up, the cold band on her finger digging into the delicate flesh of his face. He fought her at first, his tongue still seeking the edges of her sweet lips before he allowed her to pull him up to his feet. She kissed him, her right hand releasing it grip on his hair to cup his face with her left. She brought him close and he relapsed into his lust, his hands immediately running to his belt and jeans, furiously pulling them off. His member now pressed against his underwear, pushing against her as he kissed her again. The wet spot on the tip grazed her inner thigh as his hips began to grind against her slowly. She could feel her own wet beneath her and she wanted him inside her, for him to fill her entirely. She pulled him closer and he slipped in. He moaned a soft, weak moan, as his head pushed into her. He made it throb within her several times before he started the steady rhythm, slowly rubbing her deepest corners. She clutched him, her forehead pressed against her shoulder when she wasn't quieting her moans by biting his shirt-collar. He grabbed the counter, his arms maneuvering her legs for a better angle. He pushed deeper, pumping faster and faster, blind thrusts of passion overcoming him until he was in a possession driven frenzy, an uncontrollable race to orgasm. She held him tight afraid she would fall, gasping as he panted, animal instinct controlling the two lover's last throes until she felt emptiness and the warm sensation of him spurting on her thigh. She saw him shoot long white ropes that eventually turned into a solemn dribble before he stumbled to the dining room table. She smiled at him, now slumped at one of the dining room chairs, some semen still dripping from his dying erection. She took a towel and cleaned her thigh of his seed, still eyeing his sexual totem. She crawled between his legs and licked the length of it before plunging it into her mouth, savoring the taste of his orgasm. At first he only smiled in response and he did not move as the woman moved her lips over it over and over again. Then his hands worked into her hair, his fingers intertwining just below the bun. With them he made her go deeper, forcing his head to push against the back of her throat. He moved his hips, working his shaft in and out of her thick lips. She caressed it with her tongue as well as she could, its tip meeting the tip of his member, his salty pre-cum infiltrating her taste buds. He was becoming hard again, as hard as before, and his lustiness was reborn. He pulled out of her mouth, before giving her a hard slap on the rear. She loved that, but could never tell him. He pushed her toward the bedroom and as she walked ahead of him she could sense his gaze hard upon her swaying hips. She made an effort to slow down, to do to him what he had to her, to tease him. Each step became a delicate show, a moment for him to watch her long legs and full hips. She could hear his breath quicken and she knew that she would pay for her teasing in the sheets. Once they passed the threshold he again came behind her. Somewhere between the kitchen and bedroom he had lost his clothes and now he quickly tore her dress off. Again he pushed her, this time onto the bed, and he pinned her, using his full weight to keep her front pressed to the bed. Now he kissed up her shoulder before biting it hard. He worked his hand into her hair again and again he pulled back her head and bit at her neck. She sighed, his hips again grinding against her as he felt himself fully drawn into madness. The alarm clock on their bedside table began to chime and he smacked it away. Time vanished, and instead he lifted her hips to him in the infinitely repeated act. He kissed the sharp edges of her hipbones, his mouth and tongue working their way up along her spine until he could touch his lips to her ear. He then slid inside her again, his chest pressed against her back. He wrapped his arms around her, firmly holding her in place as he pushed into her, as he tried to fill her. Again his hip movements increased, again he charged fully towards orgasm even while he pushed her on ahead of him. He turned her over and their eyes and lips met as they neared the finish line of their mad dash. Their organs pulsed simultaneously, their lips held each other's breath until, at once, they both released. He throbbed inside her for some minutes, unable to move as she held him close to her breast. They alone were the man and the woman and after his breath and pulse had slowed and his strength had returned, he asked her, "Did you?" To which she responded, "With you? Always." Always I stood there looking at him, wondering why Max, who never cried, now couldn't seem to stop. I couldn't understand it, couldn't figure out why I was having such a bizarre dream. I asked Max what was going on, but he didn't seem to hear me. I yelled then and waved my hands anything to get his attention. But it was no use. Okay, I decided, I'll wait for the dream to end. That never happened. "Look at me," I gasped. "I want you to be looking at me when you come." Max opened his eyes and focused on mine. "I don't know if I can do that," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You have to," my words punctuated by the now urgent movement of my hips. "I need you to be with me. I need us to be — together." He slowed fractionally and nodded. "Together," he echoed hoarsely. I watched as the days slipped by and the life I'd built with the man I'd loved fell apart. He couldn't get past it, the grief, and the guilt. At first he cried and when that didn't work he raged. He broke things in an effort to repair the damage he felt he'd caused. Caitlin was a living reminder of me and he could barely stand to be around her. Janet took her home. It was only supposed to be temporary, but slowly Caitlin became more hers than his. After a couple of weeks, Max pulled himself together, at least on the outside, and went back to work with a vengeance. It was as if he was telling himself that since he'd sacrificed his family for the business, he'd better make a success of it. And he did, but with each new victory he only felt more guilt, more failure, and always more alone. Max kept his promise and I watched as his eyes clouded over then snapped back to my face as his orgasm took him. I felt him swell bigger and bigger inside me until I knew he couldn't get any larger, that I couldn't take any more, that he could fill me any fuller. And then he did and I felt the explosion, the blast ripping through me setting off my own cataclysmic tremors and we both cried out as we looked into each other's eyes and we came — together. Then it was over and he was in my arms still joined at our centers, still twitching, his cock gasping out the last bit of seed into my greedy body. I wrapped my legs around his and rubbed the coarse stiff hairs and wondered how I was ever going to let this go. Max was heavy on me, his head collapsed on my shoulder. "Oh Marty, Martha, I love you so much. I have missed this so much!" "I know, Max," I whispered. "I've always known. I loved you too, I never stopped. Never. You have to believe that." "I want to believe that," and now his tears dripped on my cheeks. "You have no idea how much I want to believe." "Then do it!" I ordered softening the words with a stroke to his cheek. "It's all up to you now. You can believe and we'll go on forever, or you can deny it and all the memories — good and bad — will be lost and so will everything we ever meant to each other." With a sigh, he pulled out of me and I felt the emptiness in my bones. But I couldn't think about me now, this night was for Max, for Caitlin. I had to make it count. I smiled at him and my heart broke when he tried to smile back. He flipped over on his side and I followed him, sliding into his arms the way I'd always done. And oh God, it felt so right. "What happens now?" He asked and I knew that he realized like I did that tonight was a gift. A miracle that had been given to us, to somehow let us relive those last few wasted hours, to say the things we should have said the year before. "I don't really know," I answered truthfully. "I guess we'll just have to wait and find out." "We can't just stay like this, can we?" Max whispered sadly as he stroked my back. "No," I shook my head suddenly sure and strong about what I needed to say. "But it's going to be okay, sweetheart. Don't ask me how I know, but I do." "I think I know that too," exhaustion was catching up with him and his eyes fluttered, trying to fight a loosing battle to stay open. "I don't want to sleep now," he almost whined. "Why can't I stay awake? Stay with you?" I shook my head. It was another thing I knew was right, but didn't know the reason why. "Relax, don't fight it baby. I love you." "I know," he agreed and this time I thought he meant it. "Do me a favor," I whispered. "Of course," Max's voice was heavy, slow with sleep. "Tomorrow I want you to go over to Janet's and pick up Caitlin and bring her home." His eyes opened then and he studied me seriously for a moment. Then he nodded solemnly. "I think that's a good idea." "And," I struggled to say the words without too much emotion. "Would you give her a hug from me?" Max kissed me, his warm lips filling me with a love that would last forever. "Always." Those were the last words he spoke to me. His eyes finally lost the battle and they drifted shut. I watched as his breathing deepened. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn't. The clock was striking midnight and our time was over. The second hand swept past the one and I noticed a shimmer in the air. My heart beat wildly and my hands grew clammy. It would be okay I told myself. Wherever I was going, would be okay. And no matter where that place was, no matter what form it took, I knew I would be there for the people I loved. The second hand passed the 4. A warm breeze caressed my face and calmed me. I thought about Caitlin and all the things she was going to experience, all the pain and joy of growing up. I pictured her with braces and skinned knees and trying to figure out how to put on her first bra. I saw her on her first date, at the movies, slumber parties, holding hands, shopping, the first sweet kiss with a nervous boy. There would be birthdays and graduations and love and a wedding and births and all the rest of what makes life so special. And for the first time, I really knew that I'd be there too, in her smile and the way she held her head and the look of love in her father's eyes. The hand on the clock hit the 7 and started it's final swing up. I felt a tingling in my hands and feet and when I looked down they seemed transparent. And Max would be there for her. I realized that too. He would go to my sister tomorrow and he would claim his own. He'd raise her and love her, even if he had to do it alone, though I hoped not. The second hand crept up to the ten. I felt light-headed and it was harder to focus now. But I knew what I wanted to see last. I looked down on Max sleeping calmly beside me. I wanted him happy. I wanted him not to be alone. I hoped that someday, when he'd met someone he could let into his heart, he'd realize that and know that what we'd had was special and right, but that it could happen again with someone else. And I prayed he knew that I'd want him to have that again. Because I loved him. The clock ticked twelve. I reached out with a hand that was no longer there and stroked the cheek of the man I loved. Now all that was left of what I'd been was concentrated on a single thought, a single word that hung on the air as I vanished.