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by azrieljohnson

The Why by Azriel Johnson

I touched you. You weren't facing me, but you knew I was there. Our lives had intertwined so much. We knew when and how to reach one another. We also knew how to avoid one another. It made sense. At times we couldn't stand one another. At others, we couldn't get enough of one another.

     You turned your face to me. You smiled at me. Your icy blue eyes looked directly into mine. I smiled back at you. You're seated on a black chair that has been molded to look fancy, or artistic. It accentuated your short black hair.

     It's times like those that I love you.

     My left hand moved toward you, your left hand moved toward me. Our hands clasped and I kissed your fingers softly.

     "How are you," I asked.

     "Well, you?" you replied.

     "I'm good. I haven't seen you in ages," I said with a smile.

     "That was kind of the point wasn't it?"

     "I suppose. Do you regret it?"

     "Some nights. During the day, never."

     "It makes sense I guess."

     Your smile was more of a smirk, remembering the fight we had. The words we said. The things we'd done. It all seemed so long in the past.

     "Do you forgive me?" I asked.

     "Sure," you said offhandedly and turned back to your drink.

     "What are you having?"

     "Green Tea."

     I took the seat next to you, the maitre'd approached and asked for my order.

     "Green Tea," I said looking into your eyes.

     You smiled, turned away and took a sip of yours.

     "Right away sir," the maitre'd said.

     "I've missed you," I said.

     "Really?" you replied.

     "Every day," I said.

     We don't speak for a few minutes. We sat in silence. My drink was brought to me. I took the cup in hand and take a sip. My eyes moved to yours and I caught your gaze again.

     My heart skipped a beat when you winked at me.

     You always were cheeky.

     We don't speak. We didn't have to. We wanted the same thing.

     "Let's get out of here," I said to you.

     "Indeed," you said and stood up.

     We both left money for the maitre'd. You wrapped your right hand around my left hand. I felt the cool of your palm pressed against mine.

     You didn't speak. We just walked together.

     You took your keys out and led me to a glass door. You unlocked the door and led me up three flights of stairs. Your apartment number was 101.

     You led me in to the apartment and dropped your coat to the floor. You turned and grabbed my face forcefully. Your kiss was an inferno. All of our past aggression and animosity was just fuel for our passion.

     My hands moved to your hips, I held you close to me. My hands were like claws. They tore at your clothes. Your black skirt was tugged down quickly as your hands tore at my clothes. My button up shirt wrenched open, three of the buttons jettisoned and hit the floor with small taps.

     Our fierce kisses smothered one another. Your dark lipstick didn't smear on my lips or my neck. Your teeth nipped at my neck as your lips moved down my chest. Your fingernails clawed at my back as you peeled off my shirt.

     My hands stroke your neck and your shoulders. You stood back up and my hands moved down the front of your shirt, unbuttoning your silk black shirt.

     It had been forever since I'd seen you like this. Wanting. Needing. Longing.

     My hands moved over your shoulders. Your shirt fell to the floor. Your black brassiere held you well.

     My kisses spread over your shoulder. I kissed my way down your body. I looked up into your eyes as I kissed your heart. You smiled down to me and I continued my oral assault on your body.

     I scooped you up and carried you down the familiar hall. We'd been there many times before. I laid you down on the bed and kissed you deeply, recklessly, passionately. You replied to me with deep moans and harsh scratching fingernails.

     I reached under you and unclasped your brassiere. Your breasts rested perfectly as I kissed them. Your fingers threaded through my hair. You sighed and moaned as my mouth kissed and licked at you.

     I laid on top of you. Our hands explored one another as my mouth explored you.

     I was your slave. You knew it. You relished in it. You knew you had me in your power. I was yours.

     Your pale skin was luminescent in the moonlight that shone in the window.

     "I could never forget how beautiful you are," I whispered in your ears.

     "I know," you said.

     "Cheeky," I replied.

     I redoubled my devouring of you. Your black silk knickers slide off and my mouth caresses you softly. Your fingers gripped my hair tightly. My tongue, my mouth, your nether parts. Your legs raised, lowered, bent at the knees.

     "Mmm, take me now," you said.

     I looked up into your eyes. It wasn't a request, it was an order.

     I slide off my black slacks and boxers. I ran my tongue up the middle of your body to your lips.

     "Mmm, stop messing around and do it," you growled at me.

     My smile teased you. You felt my member touch you.

     "Do it," you ordered again.

     I teased at your nether parts, you knew you had me in your power, but I knew you wanted to be teased. My kisses reigned down on your neck. I nipped, I sucked. My member teased you. You moaned, "Do it now."

     I devoured your lips and slid myself fast, deep and hard into you.

     You moaned loudly, "Good boy."

     I laughed at you as we moved against one another.

     Our motions were always reminiscent of our fighting. Our physical attraction mirrored our intellectual aversion. It fueled our passion.

     Our movements went from fluid to solid and back. Our moans filled the room.

     "I love you," I whispered in your ear.

     "No you don't," you moaned back to me.

     I growled and slammed into you harder than before. Your claws raked down my back. I could feel blood was drawn and trailed down my back. I smiled knowing it would incite your passion even more.

     I was sweating, you were sweating. Blood, sweat, fluids mixed. We were together again.

     Our motions were fast, strong. I felt you getting closer to climax. You moaned into my ear, "Finish me."

     I growled and continued my assault. I knew what you wanted.

     "Do it," you moaned. I moved my mouth to your neck and kissed.

     You moaned again.

     I dug my teeth into your neck as I released into you.

     I felt your nether parts shuddering, moistening both of us. Your claws dug further into my back.

     I released my hold on your neck and growled loudly in pain and pleasure.

     You gasped, moaned, and clutched me tightly.

     "I love you," I repeated.

     "Don't bleed on my sheets," you said smiling.