nina semen. • he was incomplete; no scars, no facial hair. his...

he was incomplete; no scars, no facial hair. his shoulders were held back even as he relaxed on the couch. he was incredibly attractive, high cheekbones, eyes the color of a bottle of vanilla extract: brown, dark brown, but with this subtle amber sheen in the right light.

he kissed me, soft full lips expertly twisting into shapes around mine that turned my knees to jelly, working down to my clavicle. he traced the tattoo there with his tongue, like the others before him, but better.

i slipped my hand in his boxers, he gasped and groaned. his dick was big. that was all i needed to know. i turned around, placed my hands on the wall, looked back over my shoulder. all he needed to do, slide my panties down, go to work. he didn’t.

dropped to his knees, pulled them to the side, pushed his face into my ass and fucked me with his face. i hyperventilated, it felt so good i couldn’t breathe. i couldn’t come because i couldn’t breathe. but it felt so good. an incredible torture. i reached back. his hair was too short to grab hold. he took my hand, slipped one finger into his mouth, then into my ass.

he finally stood and worked into me. i was so wet; it was loud, sloshing and slapping with every thrust. he turned me around, wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck. i was about to climax, he told me he wanted to get me pregnant.

i didn’t come; neither did he.