I'm reading a book, taking notes as they come to me for my WIP, watching Psych, taking down Halloween decorations, etc. I figured I needed one more thing to do so I'm putting up a nibble of Corporeal because I realized I haven't yet.
Off I go to deal with plots, a good horror book, some fake rats and um...eventually bed, I think.
XOXO
Sommer
He had my shorts down now. My hands splayed on the bright yellow and white daisy wallpaper. He pushed it all down to tangle around my ankles. I moved to the side, I wanted him to understand. He caught me up in his big hands, turning me. He dropped to his knees, kissing along my lower back, over each cheek of my bottom. He whispered words I could not hear until I was all warmed through like he was my private sun.
I jerked to the side and tried again, "Listen Grant, I need you to understand. It's not your time. You're in my time."
"I know that. I know it's different. I know. Stand still. It's fine, Nix."
There it was again. Nix. I had never told him my name.
I darted to the other side, "And how do you know my name? I never told you." I tried to sound firm. I sounded winded and sexy and breathless like some horny sexpot.
Grant caught me up again, taking me down in some fast but gentle dead man wrestler move. "You won't stop moving, will you? Damn." He grinned, entirely sexy and wolfish. He kept my wrists pinned in one steely hand and wrestled his belt off with the other. My womb turned molten, my pussy wetter than I imagined possible. I knew it was coming and yet, I writhed under him and made soft needy scared sounds when he secured my upper arms above my head, threaded his belt around them and then buckled it on the very last hole. I was tethered there, on my back, arms above my head, Grant over me. His lips came down on my belly, the muscles buckling and jumping under his soft kisses.
"Oh, you have to let me go," I said, and even I didn't believe me.
"I will. When I’m done." Grant kissed the outsides of my thighs so my body stuttered over the tile. So very unsexy of me, but he was grinning. "And just so you're at peace while I fuck you, I know your name because I can read your mind."
I went still like a corpse.
"That scared you," he murmured, parting my thighs but only kissing the soft skin above my knees so I trembled. "Not your mind, really. I misspoke, Nix, Nikita. I can read your...heart. Does that make sense?"
He had addressed my fears every time they reared up. And when he looked up from licking my kneecaps and grinned, I saw it in his eyes. It did not make sense. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I believed him because he was telling me the truth.
Grant looked worried for a moment and my heart broke a little for him. How must he feel? I heard Maggie in my head Ah, he died rebelling against false love and looking for true love.
"It doesn’t make sense," I said, spreading my thighs willingly now. Giving him access to my body and praying he took it. "But I believe you."
Grant nodded, kissing all the way to my ankles and back. He licked his fingers before dancing them over my clit and then up into me, testing me. "That means more than you know. That too," he said, nodding to my arms, bound above my head in his brown leather belt that smelled like warm man and leather oil.
I did trust him it seemed, because I had all but forgotten that I was bound. "Grant?"
"Yes, Nikita?"
When he used my full name it was so intimate I blushed. No one called me that anymore. "Can you? Can you please?" I slipped my hips higher, moving to his mouth, begging with my body.
Off I go to deal with plots, a good horror book, some fake rats and um...eventually bed, I think.
XOXO
Sommer
He had my shorts down now. My hands splayed on the bright yellow and white daisy wallpaper. He pushed it all down to tangle around my ankles. I moved to the side, I wanted him to understand. He caught me up in his big hands, turning me. He dropped to his knees, kissing along my lower back, over each cheek of my bottom. He whispered words I could not hear until I was all warmed through like he was my private sun.
I jerked to the side and tried again, "Listen Grant, I need you to understand. It's not your time. You're in my time."
"I know that. I know it's different. I know. Stand still. It's fine, Nix."
There it was again. Nix. I had never told him my name.
I darted to the other side, "And how do you know my name? I never told you." I tried to sound firm. I sounded winded and sexy and breathless like some horny sexpot.
Grant caught me up again, taking me down in some fast but gentle dead man wrestler move. "You won't stop moving, will you? Damn." He grinned, entirely sexy and wolfish. He kept my wrists pinned in one steely hand and wrestled his belt off with the other. My womb turned molten, my pussy wetter than I imagined possible. I knew it was coming and yet, I writhed under him and made soft needy scared sounds when he secured my upper arms above my head, threaded his belt around them and then buckled it on the very last hole. I was tethered there, on my back, arms above my head, Grant over me. His lips came down on my belly, the muscles buckling and jumping under his soft kisses.
"Oh, you have to let me go," I said, and even I didn't believe me.
"I will. When I’m done." Grant kissed the outsides of my thighs so my body stuttered over the tile. So very unsexy of me, but he was grinning. "And just so you're at peace while I fuck you, I know your name because I can read your mind."
I went still like a corpse.
"That scared you," he murmured, parting my thighs but only kissing the soft skin above my knees so I trembled. "Not your mind, really. I misspoke, Nix, Nikita. I can read your...heart. Does that make sense?"
He had addressed my fears every time they reared up. And when he looked up from licking my kneecaps and grinned, I saw it in his eyes. It did not make sense. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I believed him because he was telling me the truth.
Grant looked worried for a moment and my heart broke a little for him. How must he feel? I heard Maggie in my head Ah, he died rebelling against false love and looking for true love.
"It doesn’t make sense," I said, spreading my thighs willingly now. Giving him access to my body and praying he took it. "But I believe you."
Grant nodded, kissing all the way to my ankles and back. He licked his fingers before dancing them over my clit and then up into me, testing me. "That means more than you know. That too," he said, nodding to my arms, bound above my head in his brown leather belt that smelled like warm man and leather oil.
I did trust him it seemed, because I had all but forgotten that I was bound. "Grant?"
"Yes, Nikita?"
When he used my full name it was so intimate I blushed. No one called me that anymore. "Can you? Can you please?" I slipped my hips higher, moving to his mouth, begging with my body.
Where is my belt? Actually, where's the man's belt? ;)
XOXO
Sommer
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