nina semen. • tyler durden; getting laid

tyler durden; getting laid

he pulls the collar of my shirt down, exposing my shoulder. tilts my head, bites my neck, flicks his tongue lightly over me. leaning back, hips still tilted forward into my stomach, he traces his fingertips over the words needled into the thin skin across my clavicle.

“what’s this say?” he asks softly.

“only after disaster can we be resurrected.” i answer and he looks down, eyes scattering from side to side in thought. he mutters that it sounds familiar.

“it’s a line from Fight Club,” i say, “the book, not the film.”

he nods in recognition. “it’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.” i nod in response. i want to fuck him even more now.

i stand on my tiptoes, lift my chin, catch his pillowy lips between my own. the stubble on his chin hurts. i love it. i grab the front of his jeans; he sucks in air sharply, holds me tighter. my tits flatten against his abdomen, he slides one hand down to squeeze my ass, the other into the front of my underwear. his fingers find the wetness, i feel him smile against me.

“i love that book.” he says into my mouth, tongue still twisting around mine. i moan, weakly.