Stitches Marie

2:37 am.

That's the time the clock shows when you enter, trying to be stealthy, closing the door carefully. You take off your shoes and walk through the hall.The carpet caresses your feet.All is in silence.

Of course he's sleeping, it's already late.Gently, you approach the bedroom.You open the door,expecting to find him reading or listening to music, but he is asleep, with the lamp dimly lit,golden light that barely removes the shadows from the closed curtains.The silence is only interrupted by his rhythmic and calm breathing.

Angel.You could contemplate him,like an object to adore.The curls scattered on the pillow,matching his long eyelashes.His beautiful profile,almost sunk in the pillow. Naughty thoughts run through your mind, but you stop easily.He has always had trouble sleeping, and it's a blessing to see him so asleep and happy.

You have already accumulated several nights in which the sun came out without you having slept a minute,same as him.

You sigh, because you need a shower, but you don't want to wake him up. The pub where you ended up stank, and you don't want to lie next to your angel smelling of tobacco and liquor.

Fuck,the small green marble shower, in the small bathroom in the back. He shouldn't be listening to you there.

Quickly, you throw your clothes into the dirty basket, and after removing the makeup, you go in and close the screen.

The light, regulated by you in soft mode, makes it seem that you are in a small green cave, while the water brings reflections to the marble jade.

You moan with pleasure as the hot water from his absurdly expensive shower cascades over your skin, loosening your muscles and easing your bones. You stretch, reaching for the soap, to find a small new bottle. With apple essence.

How ironic, you think. You are certain he bought it after you both agreed that the safe word is “apple”. Appropriate when it allows you to hit him or tie him up,enjoying his tendency to submission.

Lathering your hair into your scalp, you feel the soothing caress of soapy water on your face. The suds sting your eyes gently.

You don't care, you're relaxed and you support your hands, on the green marble, blinded, the indirect lights from the shower are just glares in your eyes.

Hear the glass door of the shower cubicle creak open. The sound surprises you, but you smile to yourself.Tim.

Who knows how long he had been watching? He has taken advantage of the brief moment where you close your eyes to sneak underneath the water with you.Maybe he was spying on you through the glass door, and you, absorbed in the soap, didn't even see him.

You step back,without saying anything.He seems to know what he wants, and you like to see this side of him. You look for the shower jet, but he notices your gesture, and with a sigh, he gently corners you, beginning to kiss you.

At first soft, enjoying the moment. Later, more passionate.

The soap is still running down your face, as he traps you against the rough wall, taking advantage of your bewilderment.

Demanding, he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, preventing you from speaking. He forces your lips apart, a string of fires ignites across your abdomen and bursts into a tingling sensation between your thighs. You moan, because of the abruptness of your body in reacting.

“mmmmm…….fu..”.

You gasp as he presses closer against you, the water barely able to filter between the two of you. While he holds your head against the rough marble lining the walls, where he has placed his hand to prevent your neck from scraping.His lips, always so soft, are the perfect complement to his silky and delicate tongue.

You can only close your eyes,full of foam.He is in charge now,you allow him to let out what he obviously wants.You feel him pull away enough to pinch your nipples, drawing a plaintive moan that chokes in your throat.

You are very, very sensitive in your breasts, and rough treatment immediately bristles them.Trying to defend themselves from the aggressive pinch.He massages them with the soap, catching the points  between his knuckles.

Your eyes burn, he growls softly, deeply erotic, wicked in his domination game.

You think his hand will continue downward, but he limits himself to holding your hips, hitting you with the hard erection he has, whose pre-cum ends up in your navel.

With a wet sound, he pulls away from your mouth.

You gasp for air, but he just reaches up and places his hand on your jaw.He gasps in your ear, wicked.

“Did you have fun without me?”

“Only a little…..”

You whisper back. The malevolent tone of his voice, deep and straight from his throat, you've rarely heard it, giving you sparks of pleasure. You try to caress him,lower one hand,but he keeps his cock away from you now, placing his hand between the two of you. You moan in frustration.

He shakes his hand on your neck a little, only to get even closer to your ear.

“Did you think of me while you danced?”

"Yeah, I figured you were there…”

"Did you dance as if I were watching you?"

"Maybe...."

The hand on your hip squeezes a little, making you lean in, leaking a little anger at what you say.

“Did you like to provoke the boys in the pub like that?”

You are surprised, you did not think of any voyeur, but it seems that he wants to hear that you were desired, coveted.

“They… I don't care about them… I only thought of you…but it's hot to feel wanted…”

“That made you horny, right??”

His hand, which was wandering around your waist, slides between your legs, and almost without realizing it, you slightly open your thighs, just a little, avoiding slipping, still clinging to his arms, as you have been since he cornered you.

A finger runs across your lips, the tip of the middle finger leaving a small touch on your bud that makes you sigh. You answer, trembling.

“Maybe...a little…”

He plunges his index finger in, spreading and opening the sensitive flesh, and plays with the deep entrance.He says in your soapy ear:

“I know you got wet provoking those boys"

His fingers goes up, separating and opening you, to put his phalanx on the tender bud, feeling how moist you are. Your hand, which was on his shoulder, goes down to his wrist, but you don't move it away. He notices the gesture, and with a sigh ,he start penetrating you with his fingers.First one, then another.

"Then you look for me, so that I destroy that pussy"

Your silky walls shudder at his insults and squeeze him.He searches your mouth again, kissing you carelessly.That's enough, you need to see his evil eyes as he insults you.

“Ah,god! Fuck, Tim. Please, I want to see you, please.”

You feel him move, and he grabs the shower handle, finally bringing it close to your face. You open your eyes comfortably, though his hand continues to work beneath you. You gasp as he starts to get more forceful and you can barely recognize the cute boy, being so blunt now, using you for both of your pleasures. His  water-splashed and messy hair in the dim light of the shower makes it look as if he is covered in tiny jewels. curls that now move a little, rhythmically while his fingers caress and drag, making you moan.

You think that after rinsing you, he will release the shower handle, but he just adjusts the shower head, releasing a single stream, with enormous pressure.

He does it so quickly that you can't react, when he opens the lips that cover your clit with his fingers, putting the jet directly on it.

You scream in shock, more from shock than actual pain, and dig your nails into his back, into his ass, allowing it, enjoying every second. A glint of concern crosses his eyes, but you smile at him and nod.

You lift your thigh, and he just brings the stream even closer. You hold on to his shoulders as you squirm.

You tremble, tears of sensitivity almost fall down your cheeks.He holds the stream for a moment, looking for angles, noticing how your moans and laments vary and increase.

You need to flee, but the border of pain with ecstasy is too slight here.Tim has always read you very well, and catching this, he turns the stream away, and kneeling in front of you, puts his mouth against your ultra-sensitive bunch of nerves.

He just needs to suck it, pull it a little, to make you cum, to have you orgasm in his tongue.You end up clinging on  walls, boats, whatever, accidentally pulling his hair, his shoulders, while the waves hit you. Little screams escape from the lips.It’s long, it seems like it will never end.

But he notices you retract your nails from him, and the spasms have stopped around his lips.He stands up, giving you a small minute's rest, letting you hug him, while he holds your hips.You put your face on his shoulder, while the water runs at your feet.

But he still has the power now, and he breaks out of your embrace, to push you onto your knees.Why wouldn't you let him do it? Even if it's hard for you to stand on your knees, you're going to do it.

He takes the shower and suspends it above you, letting the waterfall fall over you, over the two of you.

He kneels behind you and firmly lifts your hips. He's so tall that he still has to lean over you, hands on the wall, on either side. It's complicated, but you are both flames on wet marble.

“You have made me feel terribly jealous."

“Sorry, I'm really sorry… Please.”

You can see him, behind you, making his hand disappear between you, feeling how his tip begins to sink between the lips of your pussy. But he doesn't want to play, and when he's drenched your entrance, getting wet from you, he pushes himself inside.

You're still very sensitive from the sudden orgasm, and his penetration feels like a battering ram,without stopping. You don't even moan, but he does, a sound so delicious and prolonged that it almost makes you orgasm again, drenching him suddenly.He is aggressive invader and you love.

"Fuck, you're a wet little slut."

"Please…"

He lets you get used to the sensation, only to step back, and re-enter, already setting an increasing pace.

You don't even know if you are begging him to stop or to continue.

He is giving you what you both want. He has put kindness aside, scratching your hands and knees on the marble. You almost cry for the direct treatment.

"Stop crying,shit, just take it."

He goes deeper, alternating the depth of his sex with the soft brush of his balls against your sensitive bud. His forceful and wild growls make you exclaim a litany of dirty and incoherent words, while the intense rubbing inside of you, brings you so close to climax, that with the next thrust you receive,you almost fell on the stone and linked the explosion that was growing inside you.

You listen to how he laughs, between his moanswhile he notices how you cum.You wet him, you know.

For this,you think he will stop, that he will let you enjoy, but he doesn't.He has no mercy on you trembling around him, because the feeling of your orgasm always motivates him.

His long cascade of gasps and moans, now is a single cry, full of pleasure and relief. He has not let go of your hips, and in fact he lifts you up,driven by his instinct to get his cum as deep as possible inside you.

You close your eyes, still noticing the remains of your moment, with his pleasure. He shudders, his fingers trembling against you. You rest your cheek on the marble, listening again to the shower water, which has almost gone cold.

Behind you,he comes out smoothly, leaving you throbbing and a little sore. He's still erect, now covered by the mixture of both, which has even drenched his balls.The water will soon wash him away, but in the meantime, you hold that erotic sight in your memory, turning to him.

The hug is long and tight, with small declarations of love tangled between.

He lets his face fall on your shoulder, while you start laughing, accompanying him.

Sleep begins to come for both of you, but first you must finish the shower. You get up and pull him, making him stand up. You take the forgotten soap, while you ask him to lather you.

Playfully, you tell him.