tigersaint

the twenty-eighth night:

"Our responsibilities did not begin in dreams, though they began in bed. -- Frank O'Hara"

i wrote this on the floor at the foot of the bed where i waited, curled up like a cat, for him to come home.

it had been weeks since we had seen each other.

when he finally came in the bedroom i climbed all over him immediately, wrapping my legs around his hips while i pulled him on top of me. i kissed him roughly, sucking his lips, licking his throat, biting his ears begging him to take me hard.

i fell to my knees at the foot of the bed and looked up at him with expectant eyes, and then bowed my head as i felt him pet me gently.

he took his tie and wrapped it twice around my elbows, pulling tight so that my chest was thrust out. he stroked my breasts with the backs of his fingers, he pinched my nipples hard until i yelped with pleasure.

he pulled his belt off and wrapped it around my throat, letting the leather fall between my breasts while he teased me by rubbing his cock through his pants, pulling my head towards him so that i could mouth him through the fabric, feeling him get hard against my feverish lips.

with one hand he pulled his cock out of his pants while the other picked up the belt, pulling it gently, using it to lead me like a leash. he rubbed himself across my lips and then fed himself to me, pulling the belt tighter as i took him deeply.

i savoured his taste and moaned as he reached down to knead my breasts, one then the other, gripping me tight as he began to thrust harder into my mouth.

i was whimpering and groaning, dripping between my thighs, needing him inside me, using my tongue to show him how much i wanted him.

the smell of him, the taste of him, the sound of him was driving me crazy. as he fucked my mouth deeper he let go of the belt, holding my head in his hands, telling me to look into his eyes,

and then suddenly i was on my back, my arms pinned under me, my ankles pushed back, his body pounding into mine, bruising me. he pushed the belt into my mouth as he fucked me, he lifted my ass up off the bed to be able to go as deep and as hard as he wanted.

it was his face that pushed me over the edge, and i cried out as i watched him: the way his hair fell across his eyes, the way he knit his brow as he drove into me over and over, my name falling from his lips in strained gasps. the way his teeth clenched as he slammed into me for the last time, his hips sealed against me as i felt him cum.

he pulled me up, still inside me, and cradled me in his arms as he untied the silk and released my arms. he kissed my eyelids softly as he pulled my weak limbs around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. he laid me back against the pillows of the bed, his head on my breast as he fell asleep.

i laid with him like that for a long time into the night, thinking about the contract. i grabbed the pen i always keep next to the bed and wrote new terms on the inside of my arm as he slept. i signed it quickly and fell asleep satisfied.

when i woke up in the morning, he had signed next to my name on the inside of my wrist. there was a new photo on the pillow next to mine to document the new terms.

in this photo, you can see both our faces: mine smiling in my sleep, his kissing my curled lips softly as the flash went off.