Garden of Sins

Your words mean everything to me.

You put your fingertips under my chin and pull me closer. Sometimes, it feels like you are a magnet, as if I have no choice. With a gentle touch, you manage to make me follow you wherever you want to lead me.

Delicately, our lips touch – like our first kiss, even though that was not so gentle yet at the same time, rather intense – and as I’m reminded of past images, I’m confronted by something that feels like my future. You feel like my future, Caden. Like family. Like warmth. Like white house facades. You feel like security. You feel like a table full of laughing, loving people.

You are the best thing I have had in my life in a long time.

As incontrovertible as the sun rising the next day.

As predestined.

I don’t know what it is, but it overwhelms me.

It feels as if a bond has formed around the two of us and binds us even closer together. But I am not suffocating, I can still breathe, and I simply feel.

You push me with your body backward onto the hard mattress and I follow you again as if on invisible strings without much force. When you kiss my neck, I groan and arch my back.

Your breath is hot and fast against my skin. You kiss your way down my throat to my décolleté and gently tug the zipper on the side of my red dress. With two fingertips, you trace the skin at my waist, which you have just exposed. I sigh because it feels so good. Your skin on mine is perfection.

Then you push the straps off my shoulders with your middle finger and I lift my bottom as you peel the dress from my body and I lie in front of you in my underwear.

All I see is your dark hair as your lips slide down over my belly. Your tattooed arms are stiff to the left and right of my body, supporting you. I stroke with both hands over the shirt covering your broad shoulders and your muscular ta

Impatiently, I tug at the fabric. Naturally, you understand what I want and pull the shirt over your head with one hand. Sighing, I feel your soft skin and the rock-hard muscles underneath, which are constantly flexing or twitching. I always feel like a drowning woman when I touch your skin.

Your tongue moves along the edge of my panties and my pelvis twitches expectantly. I try to force it down because I recall how you kept pushing it down yesterday and that I shouldn’t move. Right now, I don’t want punishment. Not here, not now. I only want you.

Unadulterated.

Without all the trappings.

You glance up at me, grab the back of my knees, and pull me to the edge of the bed after you kneel on the floor between my legs. The sight is beguiling. And your turquoise eyes glow intensely. You put one hand under my ass when you notice how unsuccessful I try to keep my pelvis still and deliberately lift it up before you bend over and gently run the tip of your nose over my panties. How can you touch me so rough, hard, and painful one night and make me fly the next with such light touches?

You are absolute madness and I am addicted to you.

With your free hand, you reach for the waistband of my panties and peel them off in slow motion. I flinch as your knuckles scrape my Venus mound. Then you bend forward again and spread wafer-thin kisses from my belly button all the way down. I squirm, but you let me and groan right against me because you enjoy it so much.

The tip of your hot tongue strokes my center and again, I moan because it is so incredible — so different from yesterday. Yesterday, I enjoyed incredible ecstasy, but today you bring me gradually but with such powerful intensity, to the absolute edge of madness.

I am melting under your expert hands and lips.

You take your time with every single stroke of your tongue so that I feel every motion deep in my stomach. At some point, I can no longer control myself, my upper body shooting up into an upright position, and I reach into your hair and thrust my pelvis towards you. My head falls backward in rapture and you moan again, right against me, as I squirm and beads of sweat glisten on my body.

I feel it overpowering me and press my lips together so as not to scream. In no way do I want to wake up the monster next door if it is there.

Your hands hold my thighs tightly and you won’t let go until the last wave of my orgasm has swept over me. You prolong it with a few strokes of your tongue until I can’t breathe and beg for it to stop.

Only when I’m lying exhausted on the pillow do you kiss your way back up — over my stomach and my still clothed breasts. You slide your hand around to my back and snap open my bra. Gently, you pull the straps down before carelessly tossing it aside.

As soon as you reach my face, you lean your forehead against mine — your hands resting next to my head. This is so intense.

I move my palms from your forearms to your shoulders. We keep our eyes closed and breathe in each other. I feel your body against mine, but not your full weight, and I stroke your perfect back with my fingertips, where you slightly catch your breath. Did I do that?

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“I know,” I reply just as quietly because this is all so intense right now, as I have never experienced it before. Never before in my life.

With one hand, you reach between us and undo your pants. I push them with my feet off your ass and your legs, along with the boxer shorts, until they land on the floor and we are both completely naked.

Your body is so perfect. Every muscle is in the exact right place and your skin is flawless. The flickering ceiling light peppers yellowish rays across your figure.

I wrap my legs around your hips because I want to feel you and you push your hips forward inch by inch. When I feel only your tip inside me, I almost explode.

You sink to your forearms so that your chest touches mine. This brings us even closer and you cover me completely. Your hands dig into my hair with your forehead still against mine.

With my fingernails, I claw your back as you push your hips forward and thrust completely into me.

Oh, my God!

I have never been this close to a human being before.

I can feel your heartbeat against my body, hear your breath, feel your movements — every single one. You murmur something I don’t understand, and kiss and moan into my mouth. A hoarse groan also escapes me because it feels so good, so incredibly good.

I whisper your name and you bury your face in the crook of my neck so that your breath breaks against my skin. I feel like Jell-O. Your blows are targeted and slow, as if we had all the time in the world. So pleasurable and sensual, unlike yesterday when you couldn’t go fast enough because you seemed to have so much pla

I wrap my arms around you and hold you as tight as I can because I have the feeling you need that too. Even though I don’t have as much strength as it takes to hold you, I’m giving you everything I have.

Everything and much more.

You can have it.

And you don’t even give me a quarter of what you really have because, otherwise, you would break me. I know that.

But I trust that will never happen.

Goose bumps scurry down my body. I have never felt so safe and loved before. In fact, I have forgotten what it is like to receive this kind of attention. Then, everything overwhelms me. All these feelings. You. The memories. The pictures on the floor. Us. Our bodies. This room. The power of your embrace. And what it feels like to be held together by you.