Break Me

"I wasnt expecting you this early." He said as she walked in.
"I woke up early, for once." was her response. He led her into his bedroom, even now it was the first place they always went. Outside it was a normal New York summer day, hot and muggy. Inside the room the air was cool and refreshing. It wasnt well lighted, the blinds were shut. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioner, and the whisper-like echos of what had once transpired there. "Where is Colin and Gina?" she questioned.
"Theyre at the mall. Were supposed to meet them there." he walked over to his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a small box. At first glance, it looked like a very large square diamond. To him, it was the prettiest thing he ever gave her. The gift he had wanted to mean so much more than anyone could ever understand, except for him. "This is for you." She saw that there was something inside, she opened it and saw two diamond earrings.
"Theyre pretty."
"I thought so too."
And then there was silence. She stepped toward him and put her arms around his back, in order to thank him, but didnt say a word. There was always something between them, ever since they met almost a year ago, and even after everything they had been through, it was still there, no matter how much it was ignored. Her arms were around him, as his around her, such a familiar occasion. She looked up at him, but didnt let go. He looked down at her, and their faces slowly inched themselves toward each other, as if some outside force willed them to. She held him tighter, knowing what was about to happen. Their eyes closed, their lips met, slowly, tenderly grazing each other at first. Their breathing became louder, as the moment became more intense. The kissing became more powerful, soon their tongues met, stirred around each other, massaging and caressing. They both had strong sexual appetites. It had been too long for both of them. He pulled away, as usual always too soon. He liked to leave her wanting more. He loved seeing her frustration build, until she had to take things into her own hands. Working for her meal.
"I want you." he told her.
"Take me."
That was all they needed. He grabbed her, pulled her to the bed, the spot that would become theirs once again. His mouth almost slammed into hers, theyre tongues battling as if there was a war in their mouths. His hand moved across her belly and up to her large breast, cupped it and squeezed, to which she responded with a muffled whimper. His face finally lifted from hers, their lips still fresh with each others saliva. He looked at her the same way he used to, and basked in the moment for a few seconds. Then he knew it was time. He reached under her shirt and lifted, pulled the piece of clothing off, and threw it to the side. He then reached for the waist of her pants, undid the button and zipper, pulled those off and threw them as well. She looked just as he remembered, after all, it hadnt been that long. There was but one difference. There were new red carvings on her legs. Slits he and her both knew were all in vain. The look on his face changed to pleading, in his mind, begging her not to do it again. He kissed the light wounds, and licked them hoping to make them better. But soon the intermission was over. His expression changed once again, back to its former state. He leaned towards her, pulled her body up enough so that he could undo her bra, as she took hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of him. Then he set his eyes on the two heaps of flesh on her chest. They soon became his next meal. At first his lips grabbed at different spots of her breast, closing in on her nipple. As his lips encircled it his tongue made light flicks across, she began to let out soft moans, music to his ears. The long wet muscle that he knew how to use so well, swirled around her areola, outward. Then he took his first bite. This wasnt a small nip either, it was full fledged. He bit hard, he sucked, he pulled, he chewed. The tiny blood vessels in her skin popped and burst. She yelled at the pleasurable pain. He took another bite, then another, leaving a bruise at every place he finished with, until she wouldnt tolerate any more. He wasnt the only one with an unfed appetite. She pushed him off of her and face up onto the bed. She took her own bites out of his chest, leaving the same damage he left on her. He yelled, his back arched at the feel of the wonderful sting. After a few more bites, she stopped. Her hands moved to the top of his pants, undid them, and pulled them off along with his boxers. He grabbed her panties and pulled those off as well. They were soaked throughly with the juices now flowing fast from in-between her legs. He slid two fingers across the slit, to which she shuddered. Now they were both completely bare. She put her hand around the shaft of his penis, lifted it, and brought it back down. Only once. She lowered her head, her tongue slid out of her mouth, to taste the salty-sweet fluid trailing from his small opening. She swirled her tongue around the head, then in no more than a blink of an eye, shoved the whole rod as deep in her mouth as she could manage. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking hard. But this didnt go on for too long. This wasnt what either of them had in mind. This was only to smooth his entry. She stopped, climbed back on top of him, and slowly eased his penis up inside of her, feeling the sting of her insides stretching. The feeling was incredible for him. Tight, wet, warm. She needed some time to become accustomed to his girth. Slowly her hips began flowing back and forth. She was steady and rhythmic. Gradually, she increased her tempo. They both began to moan. His hands reached up to her breast and massaged them, her moaning became louder. "Harder..." he whispered. And harder she went. Both of their whole bodies now flowed with her rhythm. She kept moving faster and faster, but it still wasnt enough. "Harder!" he yelled.
"Any harder and Ill break you." she gasped.
"Then break me."
She obeyed, she went as hard as she could, her hips almost began to lift slightly, and every time they came down she pounded against him. She moaned louder, almost becoming a scream. He began to thrust upwards, and soon a change was needed. He wanted to take control. He pulled her down and the position changed. He was now on top of her. The thrusts continued. "Harder..." she moaned. The word had become quite common. Harder he went. "Fuck me!" she screamed as he pounded her. He brought her legs up to his shoulders, the penetration became deeper. She kept screaming. He was amazed at the power her lungs had. The affair was coming to an end, they could feel it. He pushed into her opening as deep as he could, he moaned her name, she screamed his. He thrust faster and faster, and then it happened. One last groan, one last scream, the most clear evidence of the immense release. They both froze, and he fell to her side. Eyes closed, heavy panting from both of them. After a brief rest, he put his hand on her cheek. They both smiled.
Then he woke up. The wonderful dream so fresh in his mind he could almost feel the dried sweat. He swore he could smell her perfume. He looked to his left, and there she was. The most beautiful thing he ever saw. No matter what, part of her would always be his. The one permanent mark on her body, his signature. The signature he left on only a select few.
And it was over. Everything returned to normal. They were both dressed, it was as if it never happened. She broke the silence. "We should get going to the mall, theyre going to be looking for us."
"Yea, I thought so too."