..Raw, Part 1 (An Excerpt)

I live my life behind veneer expressions. Masking my surprise, hurts, fears and many times my arousal, but tonight something sinful pulled back the curtains on my self-control. The pulsation below my waist trembled like a massive thunder shock. I arose, enchanted by the mere thought of her. The desire led me out of my bed.

Answering to the pleas for touch and stimulation, I abandoned the satin sheets, allowing my feet to carry me forward to my living room. The television still beamed, but that irritation didn't steer or derail me from my objective. I sought release.

Sleeping peacefully on the couch and unaware of my needs, I stood over Mark. A needy flame burned within me as I stroked his handle in the warmth of my palms. 

Surprised, he called to me confused, but I said nothing as I stroked up and down his stem.

Once erect I mounted him, one of my thighs between his and the other nearer his hip. A sideways position I enjoyed. He moaned as I slid up and down him steadily, until his moans intensified. Driven by the desire to control and give pleasure I elevated him to new heights as I wrapped my vaginal walls around him. They seized each thrust, clasping to hold him inside me. He soon came, but the fury of my arousal was only minimally quenched, I wanted more.

Verbalizing my hidden thoughts I said, “Fuck me.”

The voice was mine, but even I was unsure. He starred at me absently. He’d never heard me speak in such vulgarity and it momentarily dazed him. When he came to, he adjusted and hovered over me.

 “No,” I corrected. “Not with that.” I said pointing to his man tool. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
The rawness didn’t repulse, nor startle him. He was turned-on by the frankness of my demand. Submitting to the floor on his hands and knees, he pulled me to the edge of the couch and threw my legs over his shoulder as he dove between my legs like he was savoring his last meal. He sucked and licked, while images of Maria infiltrated every sensual thought.

   My moans carried through every baseboard and ceiling of my apartment. I rubbed my nipples, clamping my breast in my palms.

   He flipped me, parting my ass and licking unexplored territories before returning deep into the land of seeping nectar. The demanding voices to, ‘fuck me harder and deeper’ sounded like my own, but I was so consumed, I couldn’t be sure.

   As I yelled for him to slap my ass, a feeling brewed within me. A deadly heat made me feel like my body would explode.  Though logically I knew it was impossible, it felt as though all the blood within my body diverted, leaving all its warmth between my thighs. All the nerve senses in my body perished except one. My heart had stopped beating and the only beat worth pounding was the pulsing of my clit. A feeling arose that everything within me centered on one area home to one small object.  I was going to erupt.

I pleaded, “Please don’t stop. Please!”