I just wanted her to remember who she was
Before all the failed attempts
The numbers now ignored
The partners she’d rather forget
She kissed me as I was sleeping
Again until I started to wake
A tongue entered my mouth
Hands tugged at my boxers
It was late but I helped her.
My vision wasn’t clear but I could smell her
“Wake up”
Her face pressed into mine as I felt her knee cross my hips
She reached down
and put it in
She lifted and shifted
Licked her fingers
then rubbed saliva on a side
She sat then straddled me like she was racing.
I couldn’t help but fuck back
I had to pick her up and sit her down to my liking
Until slow became fast
Until taps became smacks
A moan came out as she slowed down
Slower and slower until still
Then she began tightly shaking. I could hear her sobbing.
“Baby"?”
She shook her head no.
“Whats wrong”
Another no.
I said nothing, letting each tear stream over my shoulder. One after the other and there were many.
“I’m sorry” She said, sitting up and wiping her nose.
"I'm such a fuck up"
”Its just…..”
“I don’t….”
“I get scared and…”
I kissed her before she could finish, before doubt could get the best of her. She was never good with words and with me didn’t have to be. She was never a solider yet life had been war.
"You're not a fuck up" I whispered, I grabbed her ass and moved it back and forth on my hips.
I felt the need to stroke. So I did.
"You're a tease.”
I squeezed harder. Her cheeks pressed between my fingers.
“Every time I see you I want to touch you.”
“Every time you smile I want you to moan”
“Every time you smirk I want to take off your clothes”
She was moving her hips all on her own
My teeth dipped into her neck. We kissed as new tears smeared across my cheek.
She said "please don't leave me"
"I won't"
"Please just...."
"Just what"
"Fuck me"