[Warning! This crap contains words not suitable for young (underage) and conservative people.]
"Fuck. You feel so good," he groaned as I rolled my hips against his. I moved slowly in circles, creating a sweet rhythm. I looked straight into his dark eyes and saw the fire reflected from our bodies. The need and satisfaction was written at the same time on his face which made me wet even more.
Seeing him that way— bare and all; on his weakest and strongest, might be one of the few things I wish to see every night of my life. I love the way he surrenders himself to me like a wounded soldier dying for me to save him. I want to be the only woman capable of taking him to heaven especially on times when his life starts to feel like hell. I crave for his mouth to call my name even without pleasure; to hear him say it like a bad habit he can't get over with.
I know he liked that position so much— me on top. He gets more turned on when he watches my boobs rocking slowly altogether with my slightly messed up long hair. He squeezed my peaks using his warm hands and flicked the tips. I lost my senses when he lifted his hips and met me halfway. It was so deep, so full. He did it twice... and another one, and all I could do was moan to let him know I was over the top.
I bent over and kissed him. I felt his lips formed a smile and so I pulled back a little to see it.
"Why me?" he suddenly asked using his sexy voice.
My body instantly stopped after hearing his question. The words came like an earthquake; shaking my world and my mind. I didn't know what to do and what to say. I was never prepared for something like that to happen. Out of all questions, why would he ask that?
"Are you okay?" He must have noticed my complete long silence. He reached out his hands to my face and gently wiped the hot liquid running down from my eyes. I didn't even know I was starting to cry.
The question replayed over and over inside my mind like a broken record.
Why him? Out of the billion men naked on their beds right now, why am I here with him? Why am I making love to someone who is only fucking me so hard? Why is it so difficult to say no when he's on the phone and tells me he missed me even if I know it's my body he couldn't wait to see? Why did I end up being contented with something I don't deserve— a fucked up relationship that I couldn't even call a relationship. Why am I so stupid to the point where I just close my eyes every time he leaves early in the morning without the I love you I've been waiting for him to say back? Why do I love him so much? Why him?
I shook my head. I shook my head and closed my eyes to stop more tears from falling. I couldn't be that emotional infront of him. I had to act I'm cool with our set up; that I didn't have any problem at all. I shook my head and collapsed on top of him. I kissed his neck and breathe the tears to stop.
"I don't know." It was all I could manage to say.
He hushed me and patted my back down to my butt. I was still hiding on his neck when he lifted his hips again and thrusted faster and faster until we both screamed each other's name as we came undone.