This is an erotica submission, and its also my first post, so any feedback is greatly welcome!
Michael sighed to himself contemplatively. The raging storm outside his home couldn’t be compared to the one hanging around his heart.
He thought in his head and dismissed it promptly. “Will she come?, is there hope for me? after all is said and done….,” the haunting vocals coursed through his ears. It was a reminder of her power. Even when he tried his hardest not to think of her, she would seep back into his thoughts.
So he gave in, and he thought about the woman he was enslaved to. She did not physically have him in chains and tied to her heart, but there was nothing free about their love. Her eyes sealed his fate. She let him look in, and see her soul, and in return, he had opened the door to himself. She was the fairest, no doubt there, but the treachery that lied beneath–you could not see upon her face. The jealousy that lies within women could surely kill a man. Oh and those eyes! They were unearthly. Blues and greens mixed with yellow and the hint of ebony around the rim, her eyes were salt in his wound.
A numbness surrounded his head. Disturbing thoughts that no human dared speak out loud were freely forming his awaiting realization. Love or Death? He could surely find peace in both. A dream came upon him suddenly. Or was it a dream? All that was reality had escaped him now. And he lay on his back with her straddling him on his bed. She kissed him slow and passionately. Fury and submission overtook him. He couldn’t decide whether to push her off of him and ask why she had left, or give in to her. She ran a hand through his black hair and kissed his closed eyes. It was not just his body alone that decided for him. Pulling her hips down closer to him to feel his hardness, he heard her moan appreciatively.
The urge to take her forcefully ran its way through his bones. Sensing a change in his emotion, she begged him with her eyes. Two delicate hands rested on his chest, and he pushed them away. Grabbing her wrists and rolling her on her back with his body, she sharply took in a deep breath. Caught by surprise, she was half bound by her lust and half outraged that he dare make her submit.
Her body tensed and she stirred underneath him, trying to escape him, but a kiss that could not be denied gripped her very soul. She felt butterflies around her heart and stomach. Moving in and out deeply, his tongue would not let her refrain from kissing him back. Once he ended the kiss, he moved his head back and took her beauty in. She lay with her eyes shut, panting for more. “You are the murderer of my soul,” He spoke to her clearly. “I know,” was her only reply. And with those last words he felt himself die. A new man was borne unto his body and all that he knew of loss meant nothing. He would risk anything for her. She felt it all in waves, everything he was thinking, the love no one else would ever know, the way he longed for her, and her for him. Most of all she felt his thoughts, and a look into his eyes meant a look into their past lives’. Sometimes she was afraid to look, because of the emotion that would be brought because of a mere glance. The CD player clicked as it changed cds, and slightly startled both of them. A new song played , harsher than the last. Loud guitars riffs and poignant vocals cascaded into their ears.
He held her down. Pinned to the bed by his loving form, she gazed into his eyes and felt his power over her. Never a woman to submit to any man, she drove herself half mad with confusion. Kisses dismissed her fears and doubts, and he let his subside also. He carefully removed her black button up shirt, revealing pale white skin that had to be kissed. She wanted to cry for every touch was like a small form of torture. This could be their last moment of pleasure, of Love, of Life, and it would have been okay with her. She pulled at his shirt until he helped to take his own off. Hastily he removed her bra and pressed his chest against hers. The coolness in the air only made the feeling of skin on skin more electric. Both their nipples hardened instantly as the felt the electricity between them. He held her face with one hand, and with the other he held himself on top of her. Kissing was not enough. He pushed her skirt up, running his hand along her thigh, and down her panties, he felt her wetness. She moaned as he touched her. She was ready for so much more. Sensing this, he took his pants off, and helped her writher out of her skirt. He breathed heavily with longing, and so did she. As their mouths came together for another kiss, her cry couldn’t be heard. Passion overtook him and thrusted himself into her. And she cried, but he did not stop.
And with that he awoke to the sound of rain on his roof. Laying on his bed, alone.