It was his hands. On me, over me.
No it was the way his breath mixed with mine. Probably.
Or maybe the way his hips grinded on mine. I'm not sure when.
I didn't know what I liked about this. The fact that I wanted to hurt her or the pain that I felt holding her. I didn't know if she was mine fully, if she ever was. But right here, right now it felt like it. I looked over for her to show me a sign. Anything that would make her push me away. Her eyes showed nothing but list and something making her desperate.
I sank down on the floor besides the bed and her hand slipped through my hair. Something undid me then. Maybe her legs parting like it was automatic for her, or the way her hips shifted or her breath caught. I wanted to taste her like I needed food...or water. That surrender is what I needed and I wanted it from her.
I felt him take off my jeans, then my underwear and kiss my inner thigh. Nothing seemed to work. Not my voice, not my vision and definetly not my senses then. I heard him whisper my name and I groaned because the way he said my name it had a twist to it. Like another overlayed accent I couldn't quite figure out, not now when my body felt like it would melt in his arms.
"I don't think I'm doing this right." He said and I smiled and leaned against my elbows to look at him. There is nothing right or wrong about this. Instead I took his hand and pulled him up towards me. I liked that lost puppy look because it meant so much. It meant that he wasn't going to pretend he knows me on the outside because he didn't.
"Sit." I said and he did. He parted his legs for me and leaned back. He was wearing cotton pants that didn't give away just how big he was underneath. I pulled back his pants then his boxers that must have cost god knows how much because of the material. I know wrong time for that.
"Venice-"
"Yes?" I answered as I look at him. His size. The monster that his beneath it all. It was a normal size but he was so turned on it looked painful.
"Would it be childish of me to say that I'm really okay? It doesn't hurt that much?"
"Yes it would cause it clearly looks like it hurt." I was hurting in my own way. Throbbing actually but this was now and he was this moment. I wrapped my hand around him and had three strokes done and his head lay back on the sheets. I continued my goal to make this stifling pain disappear. I increased my pace and heard the most gut runching groan coming from him.
"Venice, please." He begged and I found myself smiling before I put him in my mouth and he moaned this time. Was this really his first time. If it was, I prayed I could torture him enough before he shot his load. I circled and sucked and kissed and his hips seemed to be moving on their own. I centred my attention on his tip and that's when his breathing caught and his body trembles.
"Don't hold it in, let it go." I said and his body flinched a little once more before I moved my head to the side and let him come undone. This felt so wrong. Wrong time wrong place wrong circumstances. I couldn't say it. Not to ruin this moment.
"It feels like after effects of a really long massage." He says and I laugh. I had never heard that after giving a guy a blowjob. He looked at me and he moved closer and I got off the bed. I didn't wanna do this while we came here to find my friend.
"We came to look for Felicity or get any leads. This was really bad timing on our part." I said and he froze for a few seconds then stood up and dressed as I did.
"Wrong place wrong time or Right place wrong person?" I just sighed. I didn't want to argue about the status of our relationship right now.
"My friend is missing right now we can deal with this later." I said and was fixing my hair now.
"What does Tim have on you? Who is he to you?" I knew he would ask this and I wasnt ready to answer this question even to myself. Tim was out of the question to be asked about. Our relationship was our business whether it would affect my future prospects it was too heavy too raw and way too soon.
"He's important. That's all."