? One, and one,
We’re having some fun,
In the, bed-room, all day,
And all of the night… ?
He confused her senses with mixed messages. His kisses didn’t match his touch. His smooth lips contradicted the roughness of his handles. Squeezing the hook of her ass. Lifting her across the room. Clutching her ribs as her back rubbed against the wall. Tossing her on the bed before laying on top of her to kiss her forehead.
Those daddy kisses…
…the kisses that told you, “everything’s gonna be okay,” after a rough day.
And roughness is what he gave her before his tongue slipped in her innoSINce.
There’s no place like home…
His face was buried between her legs to lick a place he was most familiar with. Speaking in tongues at the place of worship where the original sin had blessed him. Blessed him with the reason he was alive to taste the forbidden fruit until she chose to give it up. She christened his face with Holy water as she let go. Baptizing him with self-respect with no shame. Purifying him with purple rain by squirting her Minnetonka on his face to crown him prince.
There’s no place like home…
He stood tall on the bed and beckoned her to rise in a kneeling position.
She got hers…
…now he wanted his.
She had him by the balls and under her mercy. His life in her hands. Literally. She puppet mastered his facial expressions of damn, girl, that feels good, and made him her slave. A fiend. An addict to a dopamine release. She whipped his mind in a frenzy from an orgasm. Slapping his hand away like, nah, I got this, after he tried holding on to her for balance. She backed him against the wall with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to turn except submit to the love below who snatched his soul.
She grabbed his hammer for him to nail her. Turning his nuts with her free hand to fit a screw. A screw she wanted. Thirsted for. Lefty loosey, righty tighty. The nursery rhyme for him to drill her from the back. Knocking down walls for room in the man cave. Bagging up debris of squirts like fall leaves from the hook of his rod that hit her spot. Painting her flesh with sticky sweat as his hips bounced from the cuff of her ass. Her love muscles contracted to keep him from digging deeper until she felt tingling in her toes.
There’s no place like home…
Her manicure dug deep in his shoulder blades until his flesh cracked with grooves of crimson; the love marks of him exploring her womanhood without getting lost in her frustration. The frustration of men taking the wrong turn and not finding her spots. Not caring about the directions of breaths that showed the male ego where to go.
But he was different.
He took his time riding her curves with the stick shift. Never pumping the brakes when she yearned for more. Never running through yellow lights when she didn’t want him to miss a spot as he drove her wild on Sex Drive with cruise control.
There’s no place like home…
Don’t worry. I got you. His eyes spoke to hers through a deep gaze.
You promise? Her eyes returned the intensity.
Cross my heart. He replied without blinking.
No shifting right or left. Just the constant attention he gave her. He cupped her chin for a kiss and wallowed in her femininity.
She died breathing.
Only to be resurrected when his hands sizzled across the hairs of her skin to zap her to life. Sacrificing her on the cross of the bed. Parting her legs like the Red Sea under his guidance as he mastered her insides. She grew weak. Vulnerable. Conflicted. Afraid that this perfect stranger knew her well enough to reflect her moves like mirrors facing each other.
Losing herself was the one-way ticket to freedom. She didn’t give a fuck anymore, especially when the strength of his hands unlocked the rooms of her mind to let him in and protect her womanhood that was guarded.
There’s no place like home…
Taken from You, Me, Us, Them (erotic drama)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ct9tx2/nsfwmf_dorothy_gives_brain_to_scarecrow