Killing time and getting away with it

Ninja Turtle 

Her eyes closed, and she entered a different world. She felt the man moving inside her. Stretching her, pushing her. She held on for support, moans rhythmically escaping her open mouth. Her eyes remained closed as she took in his scent. His lips found hers; hard and demanding. She returned his kiss, her mind going wild with contradictory thoughts. This was what she needed. Her body was fully involved, yet her mind was questioning it.

He swung her around and spread her legs, admiring her dripping form in front of him. She lifted her behind and looked back, pleading for him to enter her once more. Her lips were swollen and invitingly open, waiting to be penetrated again. And so he did. Leaning above her, he slammed back inside. Her groans continued into the pillow as she grabbed hold of the sheet and pushed back into him, wanting him as deep inside her as she could.

Her mind was racing. A face flashed into her imagination, intense eyes staring at her. His eyes. It felt as if they were burning into her skin. No movement, no sound. Just his eyes. Asking questions she couldn’t answer. The same questions she knew were always there between them. Questions she wished she could get rid of with the answers he wanted to hear. But she couldn’t. And so they kept burning with a constant fire and nothing to extinguish it with.

She moved under the man, above him, around him. Her fingers roamed over his body. She took him into her hand and into her mouth. The urge needed to be satisfied. It was simply too strong to resist. She couldn’t fight it. But during the entire time, she thought about him. She imagined him being inside her. She pretended that the weight on her was his. She tried to convince herself that this moment was happening between them. That he was the one about to make her body shudder in ecstasy. That he was the one emptying himself inside her. And when she finally exploded, it was only because of those thoughts. He was the only one who could make her erupt this hard  - even when he wasn’t there.