I've been held against my will tonight. I am chained up against my own bed unable to escape. I want to scream, I need to scream but all that manages to escape my mouth are moans.
The man who promised to be gentle with me has been ravaging my body the way a lion does to it's prey. I want him to stop but it feels good...way to good. He's been eating my sensitive rose for the past twenty minutes now. And he shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.
His hands pressed against my legs prevent me from kicking him or closing them. I made the mistake of pulling his hair pushing him to go on more. And that's exactly what he did and only then did I realize my mistake. I pulled my hand away taking a hold of my pillow to cover my face.
Not from embarrassment, no, but the complete opposite.
"It's to late to hide your face now" he said taking a handful of my breast.
What is it about him that I like?
What does he have that I crave for every night?
Is it perhaps his smile?
His light brown eyes?
His body?
Or his manhood that has yet to enter my body.
The images of his manhood only made me wetter. The sensation of it touching my clit, the feeling of it going back and forth deeper and harder each time.
"What are you thinking about that has you so wet? Is it my tongue? Or are you thinking of other things?" He said once again as he proceeds to continue his sinful actions.
He has been teasing me all week with no signs of ever fucking me with his cock. For some reason he only uses his tongue. Not like I mind but I always crave for more.
He knows when I'm about to reach heavens door and onky then does he turn the speed up. And every time it feels better then the last.
When he has accomplished his desires with me he runs the water letting me sit there until im ready to come out. He makes sure I am in the most comfortable clothes before taking me in his embrace.
We lay there not saying a word. The sound of the fireplace makes up for the silence. He caresses my cheeks, so gently as if not to leave fingerprints behind. He knows what he's doing because I always fall asleep.
At some point throughout the night he disappears. I never know when, or where he goes. When the sun hits my face I am welcomed with breakfast accompanied by a sunflower.
I don't see him for a week or two and it always breaks my heart. Who have I become with this man? Why do I care so much about him? Why do I miss him so much?
He has become my world, my favorite color, my favorite song, my favorite place. I genuinely can not imagine a life without him. I depend on him the way a child depends on his mother.
I dislike the person I've become. I was never like this, I never craved for someone's emotional support. I always worked hard to accomplish my own things. I found satisfaction in my own hands but that all changed when I married him six months ago.