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He puts pressure on my thighs and raises them up to my ears, folding my body in half. I swallow in discomfort, but I forget all about it when he breaches my swollen, puffy pussy with a loud growl, making me scream at his invasion.
He’s so fucking deep. I didn’t even know the meaning of deep until this moment. I feel him in my stomach, my throat. He’s filling me everywhere.
Putting his hands on either side of me, he looms over my contorted body and starts up a rhythm. So hard that I shake with every thrust. So fast that I don’t have time to recover. I wish he’d say something, anything. But he doesn’t have to. He’s showing me with his body. He’s showing me what my words meant to him.
It meant going wild, going savage, reverting back to that time long ago when man was untamed, when man was still an animal ruled by instincts.
In the back of my mind I know that this is insane. I’m not on birth control or anything, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m being ruled by animal instincts, as well. I’m being ruled by this intense need to give him something. Something that only I can give. Something only a woman in love can crave to give the man of her dreams.
And then, it happens. Abel’s face scrunches up and he comes. Inside me.
I feel the very first spurt of his cock. It’s a tiny jerk, a little earthquake. A big bang — the third one in my life — that gives birth to new worlds. His dick ejaculates ropes of cream that coat the shaking walls of my cunt, hurtling me into a mini-orgasm. I open my legs even more, put my hands on my ass and stretch my legs.
After that first shot, I can’t distinguish between his throbs. It’s a constant buzzing. A constant feeding of my pussy with his cream. With his life-force. Until he collapses over me like an exhausted warrior.
An exhausted beast of a man who’s just fulfilled his purpose.
And somehow, I’ve fulfilled mine too.
Abel carries me home.
He carries me out of that room, and through the heated and writhing warehouse. Still holding me in his arms, he puts us in a cab and doesn’t let me go until we reach our apartment. I don’t know where he gets the strength from after what we just did. But somehow, he does.
At home, we shower together. He washes my hair, my body, gently, reverently, making me feel cherished. He even washes my pussy, going down on his knees, his face coming up to my drenched breasts.
For a second there, I feel like his hands pause on my stomach, circling, tracing the soapy skin. For a second there, I think he closes his eyes, probably imagining what happened, what I asked him to do.
But only for a second because in a flash, it’s back to business. He finishes the task, taking a quick shower of his own, then he dries us both. We lie on the bed together and go to sleep, clinging to each other. Even when I feel like I’ll melt with his body’s heat, I don’t move away.
The next day I go to work in a daze. I haven’t talked to my husband in over twelve hours. We haven’t talked at all since we left that room. I don’t know why. It’s the longest we’ve gone without talking ever since we moved here. Things don’t feel right.
Or maybe they feel exactly right and I don’t know what to do with it.
I’m even more absent-minded than before, mixing up orders, spilling water, stumbling over nothing. Today’s my last day here, I can feel it. Even though I’m a sub-standard waitress, Milo hasn’t fired me yet. I think it’s because of my husband. Every time he stops by the restaurant, Milo and Abel glare at each other. It’s sort of funny and just the thought makes me giggle but today, I can’t.
It doesn’t matter. Milo’s going to kill me and even Abel can’t stop him. Maybe I should just quit anyway. I can always find another job. I can always…
No. Nope. Not gonna think about it.
I’m not going to think about that warehouse or the fact that people actually have sex on camera for a living. For us, it was a one-time thing. We acted out a hot and heavy fantasy, and fantasies aren’t supposed to last.
Right?
What if they did, though? What if we can turn our entire life into a fantasy?
Okay, stop.
This is great. My job here at Milo’s is great. I’m learning a lot.
Wait. Am I?
Yes. I am. And maybe one day, I’ll quit when the time’s right. This isn’t that time though.
I’m delivering another order with Milo staring daggers at my back when the front door whooshes open with a loud ringing bell.
