don’t you know, my darling?
“No” she said, but she’s not sure she means it.
His hands on her body always makes her say yes. And she means it. And she wants it – every time. But today… Today she’s not sure. He’ve been happy all day, waltzing around, whistling in the corners…, texting somebody.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” he ask. No, he mocks. His finger dig dipper inside her and she feels it like she always does – heavens coming upon her, lights bright that sings like angels in her ears. “You want me to believe you when you milk me like that?”
Her hips move but she’s not sure she’s dancing his dance. Her heart aches and tears fall and her small, small body trembles. She’s close – he made sure of that – and feels filthy for it.
She cries harder when he’s insider.
“Say it” she asks.
Sounds like a plea, she’s sure of it.
His tongue is hot on her cheeks, kissing her salty, moody and meanless tears, erasing whatever he has yet to understand.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful” he grunts when she tights around him.
“No” she say while nodding.
“No? What do you want then?” his pace becomes slow, always tortuous, hitting the spot that makes her insides boil and crave and blind her. “Want me to say that you were made for me? That I’d face every deity just to be inside of you? That nothing compares to how you moan my name?”
Her moan is louder, her hips bolder. But still… Still…
No, no, no, no, no she chants like her life depends on it. And it might do. Because she needs it – she needs him to say it. She’s so close she might faint but she know she won’t be free until he allows her.
He hold her hair at the nape and sees her properly for the first time this day. His laugh is beautiful, magnanimous, almost like warm daylight in spring days. Her heart pounds and recoils, her tears pours until all around is a blur and she tries to face away, anywhere but him. He holds tighter, his hips moving faster, his eyes never wavering, daring her.
When all she could hear was the sound of their skin against each other, of how he makes her feel, of their bodies together, his raspy grunts and her shallow breaths – a song she knew like no other –, he devours her – hands in hair, waist and knowing eyes confining her to never leave.
“Don’t you know, my darling?” her knees fail but he has her. He always has her. “Don’t you know that you are the only one?” Her body trembles. “That you hunt me in my sleeps but is you I seek while awake?” Stars sparkles in the room and she goes blind.. “That the only moment of happiness I find is by your side? That my day is only worth it if you love me?” Her breath catches at her throat and he finally frees her. “That I love you”