Secret Creatures (TWD FanFic contest Submission)

 

"...Tomorrow we go back to being friends.”  He says against the crown of her light brown hair. Her hair smells of coconuts and sunshine, and he inhales her scent attempting to trap it inside of his very being. He knows they are only lovers for tonight; lovers for one night.

She nods slowly.

He walks around her still body; his own body never straying too far from the warmth of her skin. She always has run hotter than him. His skin always cold, never warm unless he is in his usual long sleeve thermos. The constant rain of this fucking city didn’t help his cause.  He was always fucking cold.

Not tonight.  His mind reminds him.

Tonight she was here. She’d warm his skin with the heat of her hands. 

It’d been raining for days, but tonight it had stopped for a few hours. She’d thought them lucky that the rain had decided to stay in today, giving them instead a cloudless night.

The pitter patter of the returning rain brings his thoughts back to his bedroom.

They’d stumbled into his house after his company’s annual party, drunk off their asses, laughing and – they both knew it – flirting.  Kissing her had been surreal, like he was watching some other couple through a window. A voyeur who knew that what he was doing was wrong, but the boner in his pants begged to differ.

Wrong or not, he’d seen what was in her eyes; it was the same that was on his mind.

Standing before her, he remembers how he inhaled the scent of her hair, willing it to stay inside of his body past tomorrow. Now he does the same to her body. He inhales her with his eyes. 

She is half undressed already.  Only her white lace panties remain. Her upper body is bare. Beautiful wavy, waist length hair falls forward; covering her naked breasts. Her eyes are cast down, but he knows it isn’t because she’s shy, or because she wants to change her mind. No. It was only the moment making everything pause, almost like holding a breath. 

He reaches out, and like a curtain, parts her hair. Mermaid hair. That is what she reminds him of, a mermaid. Eyes as blue and crystal as Caribbean water, skin the color of virgin sand.  Pale. Perfect. He wants to leave pretty marks on it. Finger marks on her hips, scratches on her thighs.

Blue eyes crash into his as he tosses her hair over her shoulders, and he sees the desire creeping up heavy into her eyes.  

Her lips part to speak, but he leans in so fast, she swallows the words. His teeth bite down on her too-full bottom lip.  So chunky and smooth, her lips make him anxious; he wants to bit down on it, hard. He wants to suck it even harder. He does and she quivers. He keeps biting and sucking at them, expecting her protest of pain at any moment…but it never comes. His tongue licks at her lips after every bite, soothing away the pain. Her quiet moans make it hard to remember that she’d been about to say something to him. But for the first time he is a slave.  He is never a slave.  But he accepts it because he can. He’ll continue to taste her pretty mouth until he has had his fill.

She moans, pulling back from the assault. He assents only because he is satisfied that he has almost memorized the taste of her mouth. Straightening, he gives her the crooked, dimpled smile that according to his ex-girlfriends makes hearts skip a beat…and panties disappear.

The woman before him now, suddenly inhaled and a shiver runs through her body.  He watches, greedily. Watches it just as a thirsty man would a single drop of water slide down an empty glass he didn’t drink. He licks his lips. They’re suddenly very dry, and he’s so very thirsty.

The shiver starts at her chest, runs down her breast and makes her light pink nipples hard. Her stomach quivers as it rushes down past her small navel, – a navel he has to remember to kiss; it’s so pretty – it continues on, sneaking under her panties into territory he wants to lick and he suddenly feels envious of the path the hateful shiver has taken. He breathes in as his hands flex. Soon he too will be sneaking into the heat that hides under all that pretty lace.

Probably as warm and pink as her nipples.

Ending at her pretty coral painted toes, the shiver makes them wiggle. He smiles.  He always teases her about her toes, telling her they looked like a babies toes; small and chubby.

He raises dark eyes back to his woman’s beautiful face. His woman. The possessive thought should have worried him, but it doesn’t even faze him because it is nothing but the truth. That is exactly what she is right now. His. His woman…for tonight anyway, she was his. Nothing or no one mattered. In this house, in this room, there was only him and her.

She looks at him. She looks wild. She makes him wild

 “Tomorrow I go back to him.”

During the kiss he hadn’t touched her with anything other than his mouth. He’d kept his hands at his sides because if he had put them on her, the last thing she would be doing right now is talking.

“You to your world and we’re back to being friends.” She says to him.

With the rules laid out, the agreement signed, he rushes in with all guns full blazing.

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She hadn’t realized what a kinky bastard he was until he’d pulled out the silk ropes from his closet.  The look on her face, the sputtering words, had made him hoot with laughter.

Now as he ties the rope around her wrists, he watches her watch him. Her hands are small and delicate, so he’s careful not to make them too tight, just tight enough to hold part of her weight, he knows this. The image of what he is about to do makes his cock even harder. As if attuned to his dick, her blue eyes shoot down locking eye with his favorite part of his anatomy.  

“If you don’t stop looking at it, I’ll push you down on your knees and make you suck it…again.”

The brat licks her pouty lips. 

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent? Feels more like an incentive…but you’re hung so I want you inside of me.” The dirty words out of her mouth make him groan.  With the rope securely tied to her wrists, he pulls her towards the bed.

“On your stomach.” He pushes her not too gently onto the bed. Her body lands on his fluffy duvet and he admires the way her mother-of-pearl skin looks against the blood red of his sheets.  Her body curves in just the right places, but her ass is by far his favorite curve.  He looks at it.  It looks too tempting, all pale and pink from several slaps he gave it while kissing a path through her body, lying there on his bed; it patiently waits for his cock.

He moves around the bed, never taking his eyes off her shapely body. Her large breast peak out from the sides of her torso as her weight crushes them to the bed. He makes a mental note to take a bite of that overflowing, soft flesh.  

Grasping the rope, he tugs them – and her – over his bed. Once he’s satisfied and content with the position she’s in, he secures it to a hidden rod under the bed and walks back around to inspect his work.

“Holy fuck” he breathes as he stands behind her.

Hands over her head, head tilted to the side, ass angled up, her feet about 10 inches off the floor, his woman hangs at the perfect position for his height…for deep penetration.  His balls tighten.

“You should see yourself, you look so fucking beautiful.”

“Tell me.” She says to him.

He thinks for a moment of how to express to her how absolutely gorgeous she looks tied up for him. He wonders if she’ll understand. Most people aren’t into kinky shit like this. But he is. And even though he has been with many women, he’s only tied up five.  She’s the fifth.

He decides he needs to do it more often because this shit is making him want to come on the spot.  He wraps his hand around his cock and squeezes in punishment. Can’t come yet, you fucker.

He mentally laughs at his own joke because soon that is exactly what it’s going to be. A fucker.

“The blood red sheets make your skin almost glow, like there’s minuscule diamonds in it.” He pauses. Leaning over her, he licks a path from the bottom of her ass cheek to her lower back. “looks like the surface of a pearl.” He says against the dimples at her lower back.

“What else?” She squirms against the bed.

“The waves of your hair look like ocean foam. Soft and fluffy.”

She snorts out a laugh. “Fluffy? Are trying to tell me my hair is frizzy?”

A hard slap on her ass erases the smile on her face. “I’m saying it’s gorgeous. You know how much I love the ocean.” He reminds her before kneeling. On his knees he has the perfect view of her ass and thighs. His fingers begin a path from her ankles up to the backs of her thighs. He draws patterns. He draws waves and stars, and when he gets to the crease where her thighs meet her bottom, he writes his name across the fleshy underside of each cheeks.

He knew it was only this night that his name would mean anything on her flesh. Still, he hoped that it would remain for longer...remain on her flesh the way she'd engraved herself on his. Because he was dying to ask her for more. Dying to hear her say the things he knew she wanted to say. To ask her to stay, to beg her to.

He wanted to be capable of telling her of all the scars he hid, scars that formed from day after day discovering that he wanted her...wanted her as more than just friends. He wouldn't ask her for more thought, she already had someone waiting for her.
 
But he was quickly losing himself in her scent, in the curves of her body, in the taste of her flesh.

“Stay here with me, love...tonight?” He asks her quietly, knowing he only added the last word for her benefit.

 

“Just for an evening.” Words against dark sheets. “Tomorrow we go back to being friends.” She finishes almost as if reassuring herself.

At her words, he grips her thighs and roughly pulls them apart. Her moan echoes his, as he encounters the lips of her pussy, all shiny and glistening.

His face is against her pussy before he even knows it. His tongue is diving in and exploring her; burning into his memory another taste to her. Unlike the sweetness of her mouth, the taste of her sex is salty and sweet.

“Run away, and let me in, and...” he whispers against her flesh as he licks her again. He doesn’t know what he was about to say, but his gut tells him not to say it.

“And what?”

Her taste still on his lips he gets up.

He leans his entire body over hers. His lips next to her ear, and fuck it, he tells her, “Just for tonight, one night…love you.”

“Love you… – ” She pauses.

“I need to fuck you.” He says coarsely as he stands and positions himself at her entrance

She says his name, but the sound of the storm outside washes away her words.  He grabs a handful of her ass in both hands and kneads them in his rough palms. He knows he's not being soft or gentle, but he's desperate for her now...and for some reason he's holding back.



Hoping she changes her mind? 



"I want you." Her plea goes straight to his cock.
 
 

“You like this.” It wasn’t a question, but she answers him anyway.

“God yes, I need you to fuck me.”  Pushing her ass into his waiting cock.

“No, not God. Just me.” He says, as he pushes into her.

“Shit!” Her pussy is too tight and so fucking hot, it burns him.

He thrusts again and again until he’s finally seated snugly and safe inside her warm pussy. He swirls his hips, enjoying how her cunt seems to be kissing the tip of his dick.  As he slides out, it wants to suck him back in and kiss him again.

“You feel amazing, but now I’m going to fuck this little pussy.”  Sliding his hands up her skin, through the hills of her ass, down the valley of her lower back, he grasps her waist and watches as his fingers indent the skin.

His first thrust makes her whole body move up the bed. It was so hard.

“Oh God!” Her moan is muffled by the duvet.  His next one is equally as hard, but she doesn’t move up a single inch because his hands are like manacles around her slim waist. She wasn’t going anywhere. His hand snaked under her hips to caress her swollen clit. Four rough passes over her clit was all it took. She comes with a heavy moan as she trembles and sighs his name.

His cock drills into her, and her pussy accepts every inch he has to give.  Push after push he shoves his cock into her, leading them both to a place where they are nothing more than a rogue kiss, a tangle of tongues and lips.  To a place where it is only she and he, twisted up in blood red sheets.

He comes with a loud grunt, his warm cum marking them both – even if just for one night – as secret creatures. Lovers for one night, and when the sun comes up, they’ll say goodbye.