Thinking of You

i know i said this would be a one shot, but this idea struck me and refused to be pushed aside. so here is a second one shot.

once again, this is for my darkling....

Watching You
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The room is once again dark, and I can see you when I close my eyes. I miss you so terribly that it feels like a living thing within me. A separate entity that is part of me. I swear it will consume me, and yet it doesn\'t. It grows, but doesn\'t grow out of me. Music once more keeps me company, the song playing softly in the background.

You\'re smiling down at me, your eyes once more filled with mischief. Your hair is disheveled from our love making, sweat still drying to your skin. Several small bruises discolor the skin on your throat, my mark when in the throes of passion. I reach for you, only to find my hands bound to the posts of my headboard. You laugh when I turn accusing eyes to you. I don\'t recall you tying me to the bed. Yet, the cuffs hold my hands close to the wooden piece easily.

One of your hands lifts to cup a breast, your fingers wrapping around the globe gently before squeezing. I moan softly as you pull on the flesh, your hand sliding up until my nipple is caught between the tips of your fingers. I arch slightly, your fingers pinching and pulling at the ruched peak. Your free hand joins the other, grasping the nipple of the neglected breast. Both hands work my nipples into tighter peaks, bringing soft gasps from my throat. My pussy throbs with the need of you.

Your hands leave my breasts, trailing slowly over the quivering muscles of my abdomen. They clench tight with your butterfly touches, then loosen when your hands slide palms down along the soft flesh of my thighs. As they move back up, they grip the muscles there and pull until my legs are bent, my feet planted on the mattress. Gently, you prod them wide, spreading them and my pussy for you. A finger runs along the outer lips, making them swell even more. I can feel my own moisture weeping from my exposed cunt, crying for you. Begging you to fill it.

The finger slips in, slowly plunging into my hot core before pulling out. I whimper with need, my hips lifting toward your lingering digit. You smile at me again, that mischievous one that means no good, then position yourself between my bent legs. With my head propped against the pillows mounded behind me, I can see you easily enough. Your cock is angry and red, swollen with need. A few drops of pre-cum glisten on the head, and my eyes beg you to drive it deep within my aching pussy, to fill me and fuck me. You shake your head and return that single finger to my needy channel.

First you fit one finger in, pumping it in and out slowly. After a time, you add a second. The feeling is wonderful, tight but not painful. Then you add a third. It stretches my walls slightly. The fourth one joins the rest, bringing a sharp gasp from my lips. Finally, you fit your thumb in. Your fist pushes in and out slowly, my hips arching into it in an attempt to pull away. Tears spring to my eyes at the small pain as it threads its way along my nerves. I beg softly for respite from your pistoning fist. Your smile broadens and you simply slow your pace.

My eyes watch your arm as you work it into my body, then pull it out. I can see the muscles bunching from the effort. Your cock bounces with each move, and my gaze locks onto it. I swear I can feel it in my mouth, swelling between my lips as I suck on it and work at pulling your seed from it. The thought makes my pussy twitch, the walls tightening around your fist. I groan loudly, my back arching up off the bed. I pull at my bonds, wishing my hands were free to reach out and touch you. I want to swallow you down and suck until you explode within my mouth.

Just when I think I can stand no more, when it feels as if I will split in two from your fist, you pull free. I ache and throb and clutch at empty space. My juices coat you up past your elbow. I watch as you draw your hand down to your cock, running it up the length of your thick shaft. Your other hand wipes my essence from your fingers and arm, reaching down to smear it along your engorged prick. You go back for more, coating it with as much of my fluids as you can. I can see spots of pearly white gleaming on the now almost purple color of your tight skin.

My eyes are locked to the swollen flesh between your thighs. I watch as your hand closes over your cock, sliding slowly up and down the length. When you reach the head, you give it the slightest squeeze. My pussy clenches with it, and I can feel the moisture run from between my swollen lips. I swear I can feel you thrusting into me, filling me with your wonderful, delicious lenght. I cry faintly, and I hear myself begging you thickly to fill me. You laugh, your hand continuing its slow, torturous journey up and down the length of erection.

As you work your pumping fist over yourself, you whisper to me about what you think about when you\'re alone. About how you imagine fucking me in so many different ways. About how tight I am around you when you shove deep. How I cry your name and beg for more. You tell me that I\'m beautiful and that you imagine taking me when you should be thinking of other things. Your voice is soft and smouldering with passion. My body reacts to it, my cunt clenching so tightly that I nearly cum.

My eyes watch your hand, my hips rocking up each time your fist pulls on the head of your erection. Your fingers squeeze it before sliding back down to the base. Behind your fist, I can see your balls dangling between your spread thighs. They are swollen and heavy. Each time you stroke yourself, they sway back and forth. I swear I can feel the weight of them in my hands, clenched tightly about the chains that hold me to the headboard. I can imagine the taste of them as I tongue them and suck them into my mouth. I need you so badly, want you so badly, that I pulse and ache with it.

Your chuckle brings my gaze back up to your face. You\'re watching me, your eyes dark with growing passion. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips and I groan. I want to feel your mouth on mine. I want to battle your tongue with my own. You heave a deep sigh and your eyes close. My gaze moves down from your face, now taut with impending release, over the way the muscles and tendons in your neck are drawn tight. My eyes lock on your nipples a moment, the twin tips peaked and poking out at me. Begging me to suck on them and bite them. A whimper rolls up my throat and I once again rattle my bonds.

You speak to me once more, telling me about how you would like to bury yourself in my hot cunt and pound yourself into me until I scream your name and cum all over your cock. You tell me about how you love the feel of my lips wrapped around it, how you would like to shove your thick erection down my throat and fuck my mouth. You whisper to me of burying your cock in my cunt while I lay on my stomach, of fucking my pussy while sliding your fingers into my asshole and pressing on the thin layer of flesh that separates the two channels. My body convulses at the image your whispered words bring.

Short pants leave your partially opened mouth, and my eyes drift down to your hand as it pumps the length of your cock. I moan, watching as you stroke faster and faster over the swelling length. You are going to explode soon, and my body wants to explode with you. My hands itch to be loose, so they can slip between my thighs and finger myself. So I can orgasm with you. You start whispering to me again, once more telling me about all the things you want to do to my willing body.

My hips rock up into ghostly thrusts, my pussy clenching itself as I watch your hand stroke. I want to cum. I need to cum. Yet I can\'t without your help. Your hand is locked about your cock, the other curved over the top of your thigh. I can see that you\'re swelling in your hand, the slit on the head weeping furiously now. I beg you to drive youself into me. When you smile and keep fisting your cock, I curse you and call you any and everything that pops into my head.

My eyes stay riveted to your hand as it slides faster and faster over your cock. You\'re panting now, your eyes shut as you work yourself toward release. I wonder what images play across your mind, what you think about when you masturbate. I can only imagine, and that brings a moan to my lips. Your eyes open, so dark that I cannot see your pupils. You smile at me softly, then inch closer. Your thighs brush mine as you position yourself between my legs.

I look up at you hopefully, hoping that this means you will give me relief. You grin at me, telling me that my hopes are to go unfilled. Instead, you lean over me until your cock touches my abdomen, then withdraw your hand from your cock lay on top of me fully. I can feel the pulsing of your shaft as it lays pressed into my belly. Your hips rock and you shift against me. The move rubs your shaft against the soft flesh of my belly. The friction must be intense, because you are soon moving rapidly. I can hear you panting for breath. The sound is loud in my ears.

Your hand pulls one of my legs over your shoulder, then slips down to find my dripping cunt. I moan softly as you press a finger deep, curling it to drag it over my g-spot. I shudder violently beneath you, my body hungry for more of you. I moan in dissappointment when your finger slips from my pussy. I moan again when I feel it press against the puckered rim of my anus. Your finger drives in slowly, then you join a second to it. Your hips flash against mine, your cock still swelling between the two of us. I arhc up into you when your thumb presses into my pussy.

Then you\'re groaning loudly, your cock twitching between us. I can feel the hot, viscous fluid as it jets out between us, sticking to both of our bodies. You raise up on your knees, pressing closer to me. While one hand remains buried in my ass and cunt, the other grabs your cock and pumps over it. Thick ropes of your seed splatter across my chest, hitting my neck and chin as you milk yourself dry.

Several moments later, you still. You\'re gasping for breath, your hand still circled loosely over your deflating shaft. My body trembles when you pull your fingers free, and once again I pull on my bonds. You smile down at me, studying how your seed has splattered over my pale flesh. I curse you softly, my body still thrumming with need. I watch as you inch back, the fingers on one hand trailing lightly over my swollen nether lips. Then I\'m arching up with a gasp as you once more drive your fist into me, filling my cunt and stretching it painfully. Almost immediately, my muscles clench about you and I burst into orgasm.

The feel of my spasming pussy drags me from sleep and I blink my eyes into the darkness of my room. My thighs are smeared with my own juices. One of my hands lays on my stomach, the fingers wet and sticky from their dip into my cunt. You were never there. Simply a dream. I sigh heavily and roll onto my side, feeling my body cry out for you hungrily. My fingers are no longer enough to satisfy me anymore, and I whisper silently into my pillows that I wish you were there.

Still, in my dreams, I am watching you.

*fin*
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ok, this is absolutely the last i will be putting to this. it was supposed to be a one shot, but this idea struck me a few days ago. to those of you who read and reviewed Thinking of You, my warmest thanks. i\'m so happy to know that i can write something original that is fairly well received.

any mistakes within this are purely my own.

~brightest blessings~