*(Please read this while listening to ‘Brian is the Most Beautiful’ by Memo Boy as I wrote this while listening to it and was in fact inspired by it initially. Thank you and please, do enjoy.)*
The apartment door closed quietly with a gentle push, plunging the room in which we stood into darkness once more.
I stood in silence with him for a moment as our eyes adjusted to the dark, comfortable in our soft alcohol induced buzz.
He moved across the room and I heard the familiar jingle of his keys being placed down upon the coffee table as he passed by it.
Despite the dark, a singular ray of red light cut through the sliver of a crack in the living room curtains, illuminating nothing but dust motes hovering in the air until he stepped in front of it.
He, and most of the room, were suddenly doused in crimson light as the curtains were drawn back with a flutter of fabric. The curtains were broken, like most things we owned, so they snagged in the middle and the ends had to be tucked behind the radiator in order for it to stay open.
I stayed still as I watched him, watched his face, as he looked back out across the street at the source of the light; it was a neon sign promoting the bar we just left.
Normally I consider him to be quite pretty but in the red he was nothing short of *gorgeous*, his fair curls that fell about his face seemed to almost absorb the crimson glow as much as his few piercings reflected it and glinted in the light. His eyes appeared quite black and quiet as he stared out into the night.
I moved and I noticed him awaken from his stupor, his head turning a centimetre like a twitch to register the sound of my boots on the hardwood floor as I stepped around to stand by the wall. I now stood opposite him and the window, quietly fidgeting with the rings that adorned my fingers and picked at the soft hair on my hand.
I allowed the light to wash over me, baptising me, warming my skin and hiding the gentle flush.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, sucking in a breath and drawing his attention, his head turning more until our eyes met.
A million words needed to be said, I wanted to say a billion more but they all rushed the gate at once, like two people trying to fit through a single door. Nothing came out and I closed my mouth quickly, dropping my gaze momentarily to exhale through my nose the breath I held.
My eyes searched the floor as if the exact words were written into the wood.
“Will, I…” I choked on my words as I saw his feet step into the periphery of my vision.
I looked up and found I was already crying. His arms moved quickly to catch me as I fell against him, my hands clutching at his cotton shirt tightly enough to rip it when my wet lips found his. I had to push myself up on my tiptoes as we kissed, he was always too damned tall for me..
God knows we shouldn’t, we can’t, but his salted lips tasted too good. I needed him, God, I wanted him.
My shaking hands dropped quickly and felt his firm stomach, fingertips finding the buckle of his belt.
Was I a fool? Was this bad?
He leaned back from the kiss, taking a step to steady himself, but I held him close, our noses pressed together. Our breathing heavy.
“Lu–”
“.. I *love* you..”
I interrupted him, my quivering tone gasping from my throat and I managed to suck in one more before his lips crashed against mine.
I was inconsolable by now, eyes streaming and lubricating our lips as our tongues intertwined.
His belt came off first, then my leather jacket.
The buttons on my checked shirt broke as he tried to undress me in our haste and I returned the favour, loose buttons clattering to the floor like spilt marbles.
His jeans loosened about his waist as I yanked on the zipper.
His hands were under me now, under my shirt, holding my back as it arched into his tongue that ran over the tender flesh between my heaving breasts. I wore no bra.
His dick was hard when I squeezed it and he bit me, harder when he heard me moan. His tongue travelled up to my neck before he latched on again, his large hand now buried in the front of my jeans, my hips quivering. He alternated between my neck and lips like a hungry animal spoilt for choice, my hand tugging and gripping his hair whichever way I wanted to feel his lips most; my drooling tongue curling off them whenever I got the chance.
My back hit the cushions splayed out on the sofa and I opened my eyes as his lips left mine. My legs raised instinctively and he took the hint, grasping at the waistband of my jeans and panties before sliding them off my once milky white, now crimson legs in one go.
It was feverish to begin with but we slowed down considerably now, taking deeper, though still shaky breaths.
Holding his dick in my hand, I stroked him slowly, spreading the glistening liquid around the throbbing head as he leaned over me for another kiss. I pumped his length until his lips once again departed, letting my grip loosen as he grew out of reach; caressing the ridges that characterise his shaft as it slid out of my grasp with the trailing kisses he left down my shivering body.
Once again my legs raised themselves for him, resting the soft flesh of my thighs either side of his head with his hands holding them in place.
His tongue glided over my flesh with precision, prompting a snake-like writhe from my torso and abdomen, my black nails digging desperately into the back rest as he began to eat me out.
He *worshipped* me with long deliberate strokes of his tongue, focusing swirls against my oh-so sensitive clit.
It wasn’t long before that tongue had me gasping for air, watching him with keen eyes from within the shadow of the sofa.
I had only closed my eyes for a moment, trying to focus, to not get distracted.. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to enjoy this — to be able to finish with everything that’s happened –but when I reopened them I was greeted by his obsidian gaze which had been closed to me up until now.
I knew he felt my heart *throb* right that moment. I saw stars as I came and sobbed through gritted teeth, face turned to the bare ceiling as eyes squeezed shut once more.
If I had been any stronger I was sure I would have crushed his skull between my thighs..
My legs went from quivering to limp, my thighs still twitching as that tongue of his withdrew from my glistening sex.
My eyes opened slowly, vision blurred from tears. His thumbs were gentle when he wiped them away. He held my face in his hands for a moment as we looked back at each other. His chin was drenched.
My lips parted and he kissed me once more, *gentle now*, my hands coming up to cup his cheeks now too. Our rings dug into each other’s flesh in the most delightful way.
A rope of delicious spit strung off his lips when we paused for another breath, my tongue curled in an attempt to clean it off him but only created two more.
“How do you *taste*, Puppy?”
“Ah… I…”
I could feel his fingers slide down my cheek and around the back of my neck, the thumb stroking my jaw gently. My oesophagus felt tight, as if anticipating his grip. Hooded eyes flutter.
“… Please, don’t stop…”
His smirk melted me and my hips raised to the heat of his cock that now stood at attention, throbbing a mere few inches above my stomach.
“D-don’t… stop…”
My voice trembled, pathetic, weak.
God knows how I looked.. but I know how he looked…
His shirt had now since slid off his broad shoulders and into the pits of his elbows, further exposing his firm, slim torso. Black shadows accent the ridges of his muscles, the dips of his bony hips and his beautiful v line which I now traced with the very tip of my finger. He was bathed in crimson, bleeding that same red light down onto me.
We seemed to hover for a moment, breathing deeply, watching each other *throb*. His member drooled lazily onto my stomach as he lowered himself, bumping our noses as his hips drew back and lined up.
His big hands gripped the sofa, mine held the base of his neck. I split my lip when I bit it.
My jaw dropped as I felt him push into me, my eyes not breaking their gaze nor did his as he emitted a pleasurable grunt. I had no idea how wet I was until he began to fuck me.
The most delightful, sopping wet noises escaped from between our hips as they moved, gyrated… and he thrusted so steadily into me. He knew how his baby liked it..
Steady, deep thrusts that bulged my tiny stomach as I lay there, moaning and sobbing desperately for more.
It was easy to forget how terribly thin I was..
I wasn’t sure the words that left me were of this world, sounds of pure lust and delicious pleasure that poured from my glistening, rouge lips from the prompt of every thrust.
The sounds of “*more*”,”*yes*”,”*again*”, and “*just like that*”.
I sucked his thumb, he sucked my fingers; he thrusted into me, I bucked my hips to meet him halfway; he gripped my throat, I bit his tongue…
The air in the living room grew hot as our heavy breathing threatened to turn the room into a sauna, deep into our love making. His thrusts grew heavier, pounding me into the crushed cushions that supported my slouched posture. Slashing claws and rings had cut red lines which adorned his abdomen and chest where I could reach, he had returned the favour upon my waist and throat, claw marks that threatened to bleed as they welted.
I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. I didn’t want it to be over, I wanted him to keep going. I needed him to make it all go away. All my horrors. All my wears and worries.
I needed to *feel*.
My legs tightened around his waist, painted toes curling to the point of cramping as he continued to pummel my surely bruised cervix that could do little more than beg for more.
He didn’t fight me, he didn’t try to break the ankle lock behind his back. Dripping sweat off the end of his perfect nose, his *perfect lips* parted as he huffed, trying to speak, to form words as I had.
I didn’t need to speak, not force them through the sobs of pleasure and the agony of emotion that coursed through my pathetic frame. I just looped my arms about his neck that stooped to meet them, my chest pushing up to greet those hungry teeth of his, those canines finding my poor nipples.
I crashed over the edge once more, body quivering more intensely now as I came. My back arched dramatically, fingers clawing the back of his neck and my head lolled back as I cried out in such pleasurable agony. My feet had curled into painful crescents against his back, pinning him tight against me with powerful calf and thigh muscles when he too finally came.
Hot. Burning. He flooded my insides with that delicious seed, scolding my insides with the ultimate prize.
I couldn’t see. Eyes wide but stars and swirls blocked my vision of a crimson ceiling. I could hear his gasp against my chest, his breath even hotter as it danced across my skin.
Was this love? I knew nothing like it. I knew nothing of such pure, unbridled ecstasy that had me basking in a heavenly afterglow.
I rode a high not since achieved by any mortal mind.
When his face raised to mine again, I silenced
him by licking the sweat from his lips with a long, red tongue before finally collapsing back into the cushions. My nude crimson flesh disappearing into dark. I sighed in satisfaction before my vision followed suit.
Into dark.
In the morning I found him missing from my bed. A note lay in the dent of the pillow where he had spent the night.
I didn’t read it. Never will.
I didn’t eat. Still can’t sometimes.
Saw a doctor for related reasons and I’m okay now.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unlsdg/in_the_crimson_in_the_dark_fm_fem_pov