Garden of Sins

With the pad on my chin, I falter and groan, just as you do when you are completely inside me and you sink your forehead against the back of my head. God, that feels so incredible. It explodes inside me instantly and the lust courses hotter through my veins. Everything inside me is electrified. I stretch my butt further towards you and cling to the edge of the sink with one hand.

“Further,” you demand and start to move slowly in a controlled ma

“God, Caden!” I call out, tormented, and aggressively and impatiently dab the powder on my face.

“Shh!” You slap my ass and I moan again. I love it when you do that. “Qui-et!” You push deeper into me and I feel you almost in my stomach. Damn, I’ve never had any man who made everything feel so exhilarating. So real. So incredible.

My hips bump against the sink and you cling to the marble with your other hand. I watch you because I love it when you lose control. And I wait spellbound for the moment when you come because then you lose yourself completely for a few seconds and that’s what I love the most.

My muscles start twitching around you. Jesus Christ, you are also the only man in my life who ever made me come so fast.

Again, I moan lustfully and you growl, “Fuck”. I love it when you growl. Still, I watch you as I struggle against my closing eyelids because I want to see you when I come.

You push deep into me again and your fingers twitch at my hip. Your eyebrows glide together in agony and again, a lustful sound escapes me. GOD! I am falling apart! And you follow me. Deep inside me, all the way to the end, while you groan hoarsely and a few black strands fall across your forehead. I lean against your chest and reach for your neck as the last wave spills over me. You are so beautiful, so perfect, especially when you don’t try to be. Just like now.

I feel you shiver once more and turn my head to kiss your neck where you smell so damn good. You press your lips against mine and kiss me deeply. I stroke your hair from behind and shiver as I taste you. Everything with you is so intense, so real. You are everything I have always wanted. And even if we haven’t been together that long, I know I am yours. One hundred percent, in your perfect hands. It’s as if you’ve sprung from one of my most secret dreams.

You kiss me for a long time. My breath breaks against your skin and I stroke your neck.

Then you pull your head back and I glance up at you, slowly calming my breath.

Something flickers in your eyes, but I ca

With a jerk, you step away from me and slip out of me. As I fix my dress, you fix your pants and I watch you a bit more like a crazy groupie.

As I brush the hair from the back of my neck, I feel your breath there and hear you inhaling. I have to smile. I like that you like my smell because I am addicted to yours.

Then I turn to you and stand on my tiptoes. You look down at me with a frown as I fix your hair because it is ravaged and you are not ravaged. You are tidy. I pluck at the unruly strands and sort them until they lay neat at the back. Then I sink back down onto my heels. Still, it flickers in your gaze, but I don’t ask because I know you won’t tell me. You won’t tell me what’s going on inside you. Ever.

I stroke your lower lip again, then turn and continue with my makeup.

You clear your throat. “Hurry up,” you say, sounding a bit hoarse. Probably from moaning. With that, you turn and disappear as quietly as you came, in every way.

And I grin like the love-struck, moronic fool that you are making me, Caden Rush.