MM - yeah. I’m monsooning the ricefields.
Baby! I missed you! She yelps. It sounds surprisingly much like a dog. She swallows hard and repeats, in a voice that would get her a tutorship at Cambridge in Victorian England, baby… I missed you baby. She drops the tissue in the bowl and looks at him, asking for it, whatever it is he will chose to do.
After a short burst of laughter he has been standing silent with his hands hanging beside him. Now he comes forward but hesitates. He signals with two fingers to come over. She crawls.
It has gone too far, she thinks. She wishes there was a mirror behind her, so he could see her dirty ass as he sees her sweet face. She wants him to know her.
She knows the ritual now. He grabs her jaw and pulls it down to the floor. He has her lie on her back with her head twisted. He climbs over her and, without touching any other part of her than her chin, pulls his dick out and moves it down to her. Then he lets per grab it, and they merge in am embrace of her choosing, which is a clawing and a clinging and a yelping and short breathes of moaning. He likes it when she calls him baby. So she calls him baby a lot. He likes it. He likes it. He likes it. Then his hand is on her mouth and and his thumb inside of it. She bites down on it softly. She knows it is meant as a device, for her to bite down if it gets too hard. He is preparing to take over. She moans one last high shriek and takes a deep breath right into her chest. Then he begins to move his hips from the muscles of his back and bounces her up and down the mattress as he lifts her hips up to his balls so that the deeply impersonal clacking sound is heard. Clack clack clack goes the rhythm and she is gulping breaths to her stomach and grunting oh, yeah, in repetition. Hm, hm, oh, hm, oh, no, ung, ow, huh, yeah, yeah? Yeah, and she brings herself to omigod, omigod, omigod, and then her eyes begin to well up and she is at yeah, daddy, yeah, hm-hm! Oh, yeah, baby, baby, give me, all, that holy, mother, fucking, dick! And she is sweating on her back and working toward an orgasm that she knows will spill her guts from her ass and she hopes they have fresh sheets. Then she remembers that indeed they do. Fuck me harder! She screams now binding their thoughts together in a stupid pornographic meme that makes her curse herself for not having a mirror in the bedroom. In a desperate attempt she screams grab my tits! And he does and he clenches down and the force is just right and he twists her nipple and then she swerves in the deep of her neck and lurches toward the orgasm. When it comes she weeps. For the longest time her mind is totally blank. Then she has a vision, of the two of them overlooking a beach in California. Ferns are blowing in the wind. The ocean is down below. People are making their little fires. A ship is sailing across the setting sun. With a jolt she comes back to reality, in his arms, bent to lock her neck and head into a soft cage, she has no choice to hear his heart beat. She summons the vision back and has the two of them descending toward the ocean. As they pass the fires, the people turn to them and smile, and then go back into an embrace with beloved invisible figures … and then they are at the sea and she feels the surf and she knows she is asleep.