I’ve always loved the rain, thunderstorms soothe me, I can feel the cold breeze coming through the window and while the fireplace is doing its best to keep us warm, it’s he who’s setting a fire inside me. Tonight I’m both the fire and the storm waiting to collide.
I’d say there’s still some mercy in him, but now I’m sure he’s as anxious as I am. His tongue wandered all over my body removing every drop of scotch, he’s always been very selfish when it comes to his poison and he wasn’t just going to let it go to waste. He went through my legs, between them, up my pelvis, through my stomach, around my waist, all over my breasts, my neck and even in my mouth. The cleanse was slow, thorough and playful, with an occasional bite on all the right places.
Not being able to see him makes it harder to anticipate his moves so I was inevitably surprised when he put his arms around me and carried me to the bedroom but this time I’m laying on my stomach. If he wanted a view, I’ll give him something to watch, so I slowly open my legs and lift my ass just enough for him to see the dish he left unfinished.
My back is the most sensitive part of my body. He could simply run his fingers through it and it will give me goosebumps, my nipples will get hard and I’ll immediately get wet, but I don’t need to say this, he already knows and now I know why he brought that candle with him. His smirk is evil, but so am I. One by one the tiny drops of wax fall all over my back, he started in my shoulders, then my neck, from there he drew a straight line on my spine and now there’s a whole constellation of wax stars on my back. I’m dripping, my pores are aching for his touch, my lips can’t take another bite unless it’s his and he’s so entertained watching me contort around that he didn’t realize the flaw in his plan, the one move he didn’t anticipate: the blindfold fell and the scarf is loose, he may have some good moves but tying knots was never his strong suit.
It’s mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ho65iw/this_is_war_part_4