What If

I nearly laughed. “Are you out of your mind, woman?” I pushed her legs apart and settled myself between them so she couldn’t close them tightly back together. I splayed my hands across her stomach.

“I like the light off,” her eyebrows drew together.

“Too damn bad.” I moved the tip of my pointer finger in small circles around her concave navel. “Do you know how many times I’ve played this scenario in my head? Try every day since I was fifteen years old. No way am I going to miss out on the way your body writhes underneath mine or the look on your face when I make you come.” Her hips tipped upward with my words.

“I’ve thought about it too,” she whispered; her rosy cheeks with the combination of her dark eyes drove me mad.

I moved further down the bed so that my face aligned with her *. I felt her legs tense at my shoulders. With the thumb and forefinger of my right hand I opened her up. Her * was bare, pink, and glistening. I blew on the swollen clit, causing her hips to jerk. “Want to know why else the lights are staying on?” I didn’t wait for her answer. “I like to see what I’m eating.” I flicked my tongue across her clit and looked up her stomach, taking delight in watching her eyes roll backward and her head fall against the pillow.

“I want you to come with your legs wrapped around my neck,” I said against the bare, wet flesh. Chills trailed down her thighs. “And then I want you to come around my dick with your legs around my waist.”

I ran my tongue over every bit of flesh in front of me. Her soft moans grew louder the closer she came to releasing. The sweet flavor of her slid along my taste buds. The skin was as soft as silk against my mouth, warm and tender. I slid my tongue inside of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I moved my tongue in and out in a fast paced rhythm. Then I switched and glided two fingers inside of her, pumping in and out and sucked on the swollen nerves. Her hands flew to my head, her nails biting into my scalp as she tried to grip onto my hair. Knowing she was close, with my free hand I took her thigh and laid it on my shoulder. She followed suit and put her other leg on the opposite one.

The shaking of her legs rattled the entire upper half of my body. She came with a loud moan, followed by a raspy version of my name. I placed a small kiss on her lower lips and then moved up her body, pressing my lips and running my tongue along the skin I came in contact with. When I came to her tits, I held myself up on my left arm and drew her right nipple into my mouth, rotating between nibbling and sucking on the rosy peak. With my right hand I took her other nipple with my fingers and rolled the tender skin between them.

She writhed beneath me, her hands trailing roughly down my back. I kissed the area between her breasts and moved up to her neck, sucking lightly on the skin that held the strongest scent of her sweet perfume.

Her hands were beginning to get greedy; they moved in between us and went down until one of her hands wrapped around my dick, pumping me. I moaned into her neck and bit down on the flesh leaving a light red tint there.

Moving my right hand down, I wrapped my hand around hers and moved my cock over to the heat between her legs. I rubbed the head of me against the damp flesh of her. She tilted her hips up, nearly causing me to slide inside of her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“You want this, right?” I asked her, moving both of our hands away from my dick. I took both of her hands, one in each of mine, our fingers curling together, and lifted them above her head.

She nodded, the dimples in her cheeks deepening with a grin.

I took her mouth with mine and rocked my dick slowly into her. I squeezed her hands tightly and pressed them into the bed. I stopped when I was a few inches inside of her, enjoying the tightening of her walls around me. We moaned together when I fitted myself completely inside of her. I kept my eyes on her face as I began thrusting. Her nostrils flared slightly, her mouth parted showing her top front teeth. I could only see a small slit of her irises peeking from underneath heavy lids.

As my hips pushed me inside of her, I watched, completely mystified by the hills of her face. Remembering the night in the hotel room, I kissed her forehead, moved to the bridge of her nose, the pert point, then to one side of her mouth, and then the other. She opened her eyes as I held my lips just a breath away from hers.

“If my phone rings, I promise not to answer it.” God, this woman was perfect. I made love to her mouth while working her to the point of ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her feet pressing against my ass. I slowed my pace and rocked against her clit until she came around me. The muscles inside of her were soft, but their grip on me was strong as she quaked around me. When her walls loosened, I drove into her two more times and held myself deep inside her * as I came long and hard. I pulled out of her slowly; her body shook in my arms. Collapsing the bottom half of me on top of her and holding the upper part of me up with my elbows situated on either side of her head, we stared into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t be sure what ran through her mind, but I knew I felt like it had been a long time coming. For the first time in my life, I felt satiated, utterly complete. Everything I wanted lay beneath me.

Her eyelashes skimmed the tops of her cheeks every time she blinked; the chocolate brown of her eyes bore into the lighter caramel color of my own.

“Wow,” she muttered, bending her knees, resting the soles of her feet on the bed by my sides.

Yeah. Wow. “Truth or Dare?” I asked, smiling down at her sweat-matted hair.

Her lips puckered as she considered. “Well since I don’t plan on moving anytime soon, I’ll go with truth.”

“Everything you imagined it would be?” I ran my hand over the hair sticking to her forehead and pushed it back away from her face.

Her stomach shook as she giggled. “My imagination must not be all that great because that was… well you made my fantasies seem lame in comparison.”

I made a humming sound in the back of my throat and wiggled my eyebrows at her. “Fantasies, huh? I wouldn’t mind hearing about those in detail.” She shoved my shoulder playfully.

“I bet you would.” The tips of her fingers started drawing different shapes along my back. I kissed her cheek and then rolled onto my posterior side, pulling her with me so that half of her rested on top of me. She held up her head with her left hand and made a path with her fingertips down my chest. Her gentle touch was the opposite of the maiming that created the scars.

I fell asleep as her soft touches relaxed me into a comfortable slumber.



When I came over to Arrow’s I thought I was putting an end to us. I thought I finally had enough of the constant back and forth between reliving the hellhole of our past and dreaming blissfully about our endless possibilities. Never did I imagine my storm of furious emotions would turn into a wildly passionate evening where the truths about both of us came to fruition.

We ripped back the bandages that simply covered our wounds and held them out to one another saying, “Here’s what you did to me, and I want to know why.” Each explanation applied the ointment that would eventually heal all the deep slices we slashed into each other. Every stroke, every caress from Arrow were like stitches binding my wounds together. Every moan, every sigh, every time he muttered my name in a breathy whisper - that was when I finally felt whole again.