Johnny
Same night
I can’t get enough of Nicole. The more I take her, the more I want her. The scent of sex on her as we get busy throughout the night, makes me delirious with need. I’m a hungry wolf, devouring, eating. Her whimpers are blessed screams of music through the sky, twirling upwards like spires of magic. Her skin, so pale, now blue from where I’ve grabbed and taken her—it haunts me while I sleep. As I fade into the night, drowning in her scent, our scent, the scent of sex, I drift, knowing I’ve gone too far. Knowing this is more than I can deal with. Knowing we’ve traversed a barrier neither of us can get back to.
Nothing else matters now. Only her. Me. Her. Nothing else.
When I awake, I kiss her on the cheek, grab a cheap feel of her breasts and down below. Well, I had planned for it to be a cheap feel, but as my finger touches her crevice, slick heat pours from her and I can’t help but slide my fingertip in. She moans, still half asleep, her lips tugging up into a dazed smile.
“Mmmmmm,” she says. And the sound of it makes my cock rock hard. Before I know it, my pants are off, and I’m above her, shaft pressing against her leg, her stomach, her cunt, while my lips twirl and dance over the beauty of her skin.
I’m hardly inside her when I burst. It’s hard and fast. I can’t help it. She’s tight, but it’s more than that. It’s...her.
She explodes along with me, her legs like clamps against my legs, her heels climbing up to the small of my back as she screams her lungs out and orgasms the bejeezus out of her mind. My cock’s still bursting inside her as she pulls me into her, as if trying to take me all in, swallowing me completely. Every muscle of her insides rolls around my shaft like a fisted hand, pulling and tugging with kid gloves around every sensitive nerve.
I’m empty, caressing her hair with my hand, watching the sweat glow on her face. Smelling it on both of us. And then I say it, it slips out, and when it does it sounds perfect, meant-to-be, non-cliché and the most honest thing I’ve ever said to anyone. “I love you.”
She doesn’t respond, just keeps smiling, her own hand running through my black hair. Looking at me. Smiling, peaceful.
Her eyes gleam.
“I love you, too,” she whispers. And then kisses me. We kiss forever, spinning in the sky. No questions.
I thought I had loved before. But this is love. This is the only love there is—mad, crazy, passionate, fuck-your-brains-out, no-holds-barred love.
It ain’t shit like what they write about in those chick novels.
“Where are you going?” my red angel whispers to me.
“I have something I need to take care of.”
She says nothing.
“Will you be here when I get back?” I ask.
She nods, closes her eyes softly as she does it.
As I’m walking out the door, I miss her already. My stomach sinks and lead heats up inside me.
Suddenly I’m worrying about her, wondering if she’ll be OK. There’s no reason for this, no reason at all. It’s caveman shit. ‘Protect Mah Womahn’ bullshit.
But it’s how I feel.
Thirty minutes later, I’m at the hospital. Visiting hours.
“Who are you visiting?” the flirtatious nurse behind the counter asks me.
“Espada, ma’am,” I say. “Tiago Espada.”