From Bronze to Gold

Part 34

 

A few more thrusts and a change of scenery is a must, to accommodate this mission to Mars. 

She lands on her feet, grabs my left hand and leads me up the narrow wood staircase. Without turning her head, she leads and I follow. 

Her hair swings from side to side as her swaying hips climb. My eyes transfixed on the small of her back, as my evil intentions yearn to pierce her through and through.

Landing on the bed face down, her body is the only thing visible in the room. Mounting her as my eyes roll back and the horns protrude, I growl as the muscles on my face flex the heathen in me. 

I grab a fistful of her mane as I ride her with abandon. Our bodies melt into one as the bed bounces on the wood floor and shimmies across the room. 

She begins to loose control. 

Her breathing races, her body jolts underneath mine. Her spasms become quicker and quicker. 

Gnarling like a possessed beast I pull her hair tighter and afford her the control she has lost. 

She shatters into a million shards as the moon glows on her face. 

Aware that it's time to crest over this moon I position myself into a rhythmic groove and speed up so that the friction catches up to the delirious thoughts that swim in the shallow pool of my thoughts. 

She is heaving and I'm going from bronze to gold as the sweat pours down my face and lands on the back of her neck. 

I stop all and descend from the high her flesh has given me and surrender my hips to squeeze the life out of me. 

I lay dead.

To be continued. 

Part 33 Muffled Screams

Part 33 

I drove north through the afternoon rain in my new red 911 and drowned Lazaro with my background noise playlist. 

The music, the revving of the engine and the heated pictures had me climbing walls. 

Anais lives in Davie, the drive was a forty-five minute prelude to a feast. 

As usual I got confused with her address and parked on the wrong block. Maybe it was my horniness that blocked the numerical sequence from my mind. 

I thought all brown doors in this complex had thirsty lips waiting on the other side for me to knock. 

She was used to my unaware state of mind and loved my awareness of her. 

Knocking on her door and slipping into the rabbits hole as Sadee seduced the air, no words exchanged. Our greetings were always mouth to mouth. 

Coffee waiting on the counter spiked with Tito's minus the cream. 

Sadee the only voice being heard, in silence I took a sip of coffee and stripped her naked. 

Admiring prey before the vanquish is the epitome of a hunter and her neck was thirsting for me. 

Seeing her bare, seeing her how she couldn't see herself, engorged me. 

Kicking my loafers off and placing them with deliberate patience under the cream kitchen counter, as she exhibited her vulnerability, made me erect from head to toe. 

Ted Baker belt off, and Calvins draped on her dining room table, shirt flung as claim to the territory before me, I tugged on her scarlet and exposed her freckles as I readied for the ride. 

Made myself aware to her flesh as I sunk my lips on the the nape of her neck. 

Her hesitant breathing was a welcome salvo to my stab of her constitution and so I penetrated her flesh. 

Crouching and grabbing on to the ball of her hips with intentions of shattering it, I thrust into her every desire I've inherited. I steered this steer at her, and the kitchen counter held. 

Standing straight as the stabbing continued, her feet now hovered six inches from the ground. Muffled screams escaped her as she bit into my fingers. 

To be continued.