Power

May 21, 2010

talk about getting walked all over...Monday.

“You want me.”

A low laugh. “Is that a question or a statement?”

“You should know.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “I should.”

“Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong?”

“You’re so sure, aren’t you?”

“It’s a talent. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”


Thursday.

“How much do you want me?”

“This again?”

“Yes.”

“You’re operating under the assumption that I do.”

“You’re not fooling anyone, least of all, me.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. For once. There’s one person that I know I’m definitely fooling.”

“And you’re stalling again. Tell me.”

“I’m not stalling. Just pointing out the flaws in your logic.”

“Tell me.”

“I did.”

“You know what I meant.”

“One-tracked mind as always. Would it kill you to multitask once in a while?”

“Stalling. Tell me.”

“Tell you what? About how much I want to feel the weight of your cock on my lips? The heat of it against my tongue?”

“Yes.”

Her tongue wet her lips. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” A shaky exhalation. “I rather feel your nails digging into my hips, your teeth biting my neck.” Her voice quivered, grew breathy. “I want to hear the slick sounds of our bodies sliding against each other, the hard slaps of skin against skin. I want taste the sex in the air, the flavors of us, the bite in your kiss.

“But most of all, I want you to devour me, break me. Take me, hard, fast. Don’t let me breathe. Don’t let me think. Fill me. Fuck me. Mark me. Claim me. ”

The silence stretched between them, trembling on the fine thread of her gasping breaths. Endless. Infinite.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Yes, it was. Not the only thing that is though, is it?”


Friday.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes. But I want something that you can’t give too.”

“So sure.”

“It’s a contagious talent.”

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