Secrets

Ok so this is my second attempt. First one went over pretty good. I wrote most of this while sitting in my World Religons class, and the rest of it was compensating for the lack of lust in my life. So let me know what you think, so I can have something even better for the next story. Every little bit helps.



The room overtaken by silence, I sit here waiting for her to get home from work. She always comes home and tells me how her day at work was, and in return she asks me what I did to occupy myself while she was gone. Everyday that she’s gone at work, I wait for her to return. Not because I have nothing better to do, or the fact I haven’t found a job that will work around my school schedule, but because she makes me feel different when I’m with her. I love the way she makes me feel, and I can’t help but miss it when she’s not here in our room.
I know that she’s thinking about me while she’s at work, she tells me everyday when she comes back. Most people would never guess what a big softy she is, unless they really knew her, or seen her with me. She loves me in every way a person can possibly love someone else. I look over at her side of our studio apartment that makes as a fancy dorm room for art students. She has pictures of the two of us taped up next to her bed showing us from day one all the way to our one year anniversary, and the doodle I first put in her notes from our first class, before she even told me she liked me. Looking at her pictures with her other friends back home, they would never guess that she’s a big teddy bear. Her nerdy black rimmed glasses with the blue lenses, a black and blonde faux hawk, and a look permanently stuck on her face that carried her confidence in one single smirk.
I’m the only one who gets to see the softer side of her, and I love it. It’s our little secret, our friends here in Chicago don’t know her sweet side, her friends back in the corn fields of Illinois don’t know that she buys me flowers just because it’s Wednesday, her parents don’t know that she’s my knight in shining armor. I love our little secret; it makes me melt when she looks into my eyes, pushes the hair away from my face, kisses my forehead, and tells me she loves me. I’m putty in her hands when she rolls me onto my stomach and massages my back for an hour.
Most days when she’s gone I think about her the entire time, waiting impatiently for her to return to me. The clock taunts me as I watch the second’s tick away waiting for her to come in the door any minute. The last half hour before she gets home always seem the longest, and I hate it. I try to occupy myself with my laptop, checking my e-mail, looking for new comments on my myspace account, looking through pictures on my computer, but nothing ever seems to make the time go any faster. She’s probably stuck on a bus in rush hour traffic, or waiting in the lobby for an elevator. Either way the wait seems like forever, when all I want is to see her again.
The key clicking through the lock on the door brings my wait to an end. I spin around in my computer chair, so she thinks I’ve been busy doing something. The door opens, and I can hear her drop her bag at her closet. Her foot steps don’t sound like her normal leisure pace, but instead she has long heavy strides. Usually this means she’s had a bad day at work, and I wait patiently to hear her tell me what went wrong today.

I can hear her directly behind me. Without saying a word, she nearly spins me out of my chair. I half expect her to be joking around, but instead she lifts me out of my computer chair and pulls me into her. I try to ask her how her day was, but as soon as I took the breath, she pushed her lips against mine. Her forcefulness took my breath away, and I wondered what had come over her. She pulls away, and the look in her eyes says she hasn’t even started yet.
I try to ask her once again how she was, but all I could manage to get out is,

“How…”

Her lips engulf mine once again, but this time with more intensity. I can feel my temperature start rising in excitement, but I still want to know what is going on inside her head. Her hands slowly move up my sides, stopping only to cup my breasts in her hands. Quickly she moves her hands farther up me, she stops at my neck; pushing my hair out of the way, exposing my neck. She tucks both sides of my hair behind my ears and starts sucking on my flesh.

With her body pressed against mine I can feel her heat against my leg as she grinds against me. Without hesitation she pushes me on to my twin bed, which is right behind us. I try to move back farther on the bed, but she climbs on top, and straddles my midsection. In one quick move my shirt flies over my head, and my arms follow the motion. She leaves my arms tangled in my shirt and holds my hands above my head.
I know better, not to struggle, or risk having a tighter grip on my wrists. She moves her hands, leaving only one guarding my writs, and the other holding her up as she shifts to lean in to capture my lips once again. I feel her open her mouth a little more, but I try to resist the inevitable. Her tongue parts my lips and I feel her sliding around my mouth. The piercing in her tongue drives me wild, as I return the massage in my mouth. Breaking the kiss she clamps onto my lower lip with her teeth as she pulls away from me.

My mind races with thoughts as I try to figure out the situation I was in. Why is this happening, do I want her to stop, what has gotten into her, why do I not want her to stop?

All the while she’s still working her lips across my skin. Sucking and nipping at my neck and ears. The anticipation of what she’s going to do next makes me squirm under her, and she could tell I wanted more. She looks into my eyes and gives me a devilish grin, and I can’t help but want her.

The grip around my wrists is finally let free, but I keep my hands in place knowing I’m not supposed to move. With both hands free, I only imagine what she’s going to do net. I so desperately want to tell her to take me, but all I can muster is a whimper. She leans down to kiss me again, but she veers away from my mouth, and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. My back arches in both pleasure and pain; a mixture I’m not quite used to.

I close my eyes, as she continues to bite and suck a path across my collar bone, to the other shoulder. Lost in sort of a trance somewhere between oblivion and lust, she breaks my focus as she nearly rips my bra off with one hand. I open my eyes to see her toss my bra carelessly across the room; landing on the floor next to the kitchen in a lump of black silky fabric.

I look into her normally grey eyes, but instead of seeing the caring person I usually make love to, all I see is a focus person staring back at me. Her eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen, like two black coals looking at me. She looks into my eyes as if to make sure what she’s doing is ok. I look back at her trying to read what she’s thinking, she breaks my stare and starts sucking on my exposed breasts.

Without warning she starts sucking harder, licking faster, and her motions getting more and more intense. In one moment she stops licking my now extremely hard nipple, and starts running her tongue between my breasts and down my stomach. She starts heading for my core, but stops at my one weakness, my belly button. My belly ring was met by her tongue ring; my mind goes completely blank. The clicking of the two metal studs through our bodies drives me into the point of no return. I want her inside of me right now. Feeling her soft, warm tongue dance around my mid-section made me unable to hold back my need to express how good she was making me feel. I arched my back, forcing myself upon her, and let out an animalistic moan.
Lifting her head away from my stomach, she pushes me back on the bed, and shakes her head no. She looks into my eyes for a moment that seems like an eternity. I want to tell her I want her that I need her right now, but instead I stare back into her eyes. I try to figure out what her next move is going to be, but my thoughts cause me to break our stare. In that quick second, she pulls at my jeans, popping the button open and ripping the zipper down. I’m so lost in the moment that just passed, I don’t feel her pull my pants to my ankles. I want her to rip my jeans off like she did my bra, but she leaves them wrapped around my feet. I realize then she’s left me tangled in my own clothes; arms over my head with my shirt wrapped around my wrists, and now my pants trapping my legs right where she wants them. I’m completely vulnerable to her every move, the anticipation is killing me.

Looking at my underwear, soaked in excitement, her devilish grin comes back on her face. She climbs completely on top of me and I feel her start rocking back and forth with a force I’ve never felt from her. Bending down to nibble on my ear, I can smell a sweat mixture of chocolate, sweat and perfume. My legs start quivering in excitement, as she captures my lips. I start rocking back and forth with her, in hope that I might put a stop to the burning desire between my legs.
She pulls away from be abruptly, and as she shifts her weight on one side, she rips my underwear, and jams two fingers inside of me. I moan in her ear as she bends down to suck on my neck. I try to push her fingers farther inside of me, as I rock against her hand. I don’t want this to end, but at the same time, I can feel myself already wanting to burst from all the waiting. My walls tighten around her fingers as she slips another finger inside of me. She massages my sweet spot with her thumb and all I can do is hold off for a little while longer to extend the pleasure.

I close my eyes as I get closer and closer to the peak I’ve been waiting for, for what seems like forever. Breaths getting heavier, moaning getting louder, before I knew it she was breathing just as hard as I was. I want to return the favor to her, but I know she won’t allow me to stop her. Her thrusting gets harder, faster, and deeper; I don’t know if I can hold off any longer. I feel my face getting flushed, and the sweat on my forehead starts to drip down my cheeks.

I can’t hold off any longer, I finally let her win. I push my body against hers, as the ecstasy runs through out my body. My legs are shaking, and my whole body feels like it’s convulsing with pleasure. She finally slows down, and removes her fingers from inside of me.
My eyes close and I can still feel her inside of me. I open my eyes, and look down at her. She’s staring at me waiting for me to say something. I play her game, and wait for her first; I know she’ll crack before I do. I look at her still dressed in her black Cold Stone polo shirt, and black pants, and I wait for her to spill what had gotten into her. Instead she smiles at me, kisses my forehead, and gets off the bed.

I want to ask her what’s going on but I still don’t want to be the first one to say something. I watch her go to the kitchen to grab a drink, the light from the refrigerator lights up her face, and I see a glimmer of hope that she’ll say something first. She walks back over to me still laying naked on my bed, and hands me a can of Code Red.

“You look like you need a drink.” She says with a smirk.
“Maybe…” I say trying not to sound like I want an explanation.
“So…how was living out your fantasy?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask as I toss my shirt off my wrists and sit up.

She sits in my computer chair, and smiles at me as if she knew something I didn’t.

“I talked to your best friend from Washington the other day.” She replies as she takes a swig of tea. “And I found out a few of your little secrets that you’ve been keeping from me.” She swirls the remainder of her drink in the bottom of her glass. I look at her as I still sit on my bed naked, basking in the glory of what just happened.

“You never told me, that your most secret fantasy was for me to come home from work, not say a word and fuck you.” She said grinning, knowing that she just scored major points in my book.
“Well, I figured you’d find out sooner or later.” I position myself on the bed, trying to get her to go for round two. She sets her glass on my desk, walks over to me, kisses me on the forehead, and says,

“I love you.”

She walks away from me, heading towards the bathroom. Glancing back at me, she pulls her shirt over her head, flashes me a smile, and walks into the bathroom.