Two Glasses of Water

To hold her in my arms, so innocently. We relax on the couch, transfixed by whatever’s on the TV. I rest with my back against the pillow on the left side and she rests between my legs, protected from the world in my arms, which drape around her belly; clasped gently if she wants them that way, but it doesn’t matter. Her head rests on my chest, just beneath mine. She’s looked up at me upside-down with those beautiful eyes and smile once already. Thank God we’ve found each other.

We each rest after a hard days work – me, doing whatever I must for us; her, doing whatever she wishes for us. Us. Her. Me. One. I open my mouth slowly, and breathe warm air onto her right ear. Slowly. Her mind registers it subconsciously, before her body does; but only a few moments pass before my lips brush against her earlobe. Softly at first, but deliberately within seconds. I feel the quiver all throughout her body as she realizes what’s happening.

And in that second, my teeth strike. Gently, yet firmly on her earlobe. Just barely enough to give her a tinge of pain so she’s warned of the force incoming. She loves it. She loves me. She loves the way I make her feel. She loves the way I live to make her happy. She can’t say no. She won’t. Did we do this yesterday? Who cares. Not her. Not me.

I know what she wants. I’ve adapted myself to her, to feed her hungers. She never need to fear another woman. She is mine. I am hers. I would be no good for anyone else; she has seen to that in the way she feeds me, and I have been thrilled to reciprocate. Through my mashed teeth she hears my breathing. I tighten and loosen my bite, harmonizing it with her heartbeat. She’s quivering all over. She is candy to be devoured and she knows it.

“Baby…” she whispers. My hands respond in lieu of words, my right squeezing the center of her belly while the left reaches upwards to run through my fingers through her hair. She instinctively exhales and tilts her head to the left as I continue to softly caress her scalp. Her ear moves slowly out of range of my teeth, but I pull with my right hand and shift with my shoulder to place her within range once again.

“Yes…” I respond, whispering directly into her right ear, faking confusion as to her tone. “What is it?” So gentle. So firm. I toy with her. “What you thinking about, baby?” My words continue…softly, yet forcefully. I subtly tell her what I want to do to her. I mock her by asking her if she wants me, knowing her response will resemble a bobblehead. I kiss her neck gently, as if to preface my actions with just how much I treasure her…

I sink my teeth in even stronger this time. Squeeze with my right hand. Pause and squeeze with my left. She gasps. I can hear her exhalations and see the angle of her cheekbones. Her mouth is open. Panting. Her eyes glazed over. It’s just beginning. She can scream to her heart’s content; I’ve worked until 8:00 every night for a year just so we could soundproof this room.

This is the woman who has made me complete. This is the woman who has filled me with passion I could never have known otherwise. When I’m with her, she’s no damsel in distress and I’m no noble knight errant…she is my Empress and I am her fucking Warlord.

She loves me no matter what…whether I’m a fat schlub or fit as a Navy Seal. That’s why I do it. I physically train to keep my body so that it pleases her. Rowing machine. Crunches. If that’s what sculpts me into whatever makes her unable to say no. I literally don’t care. I exist for her happiness. No consolation prizes. No excuses. Nothing. She pretends to forget why she married me…knowing how much I thirst to remind her.

I will be everything for her. Everything she can possibly imagine. And I’m going to make damn sure that all day tomorrow all she can think of is how badly she wants to hold me when we both get home…

…and then place her lips against the back of my neck…making me quiver for her, as she moves to whisper into my ear…and it’s my turn to be conquered…

Tightly. Lovingly. With absolute Trust.  Trust with anything. Everything. Two glasses of water poured into the same flask. Two souls mixed together into one… inseparable. With no secrets…no regrets…two very souls being one.

This is what God wants for me. This is what God wants for her. I could scream at her to spit in my mouth if I wanted, and it’s Right. She could beg to swallow my cum, and it’s Right. I could spend hours on my knees pleasing her until my bottom teeth draw blood from slicing apart the base of my tongue…and it’s fucking Sacred. It’s True. It’s Everything and more – because it’s Us. Me and Her.

Me and her. No limits. Absolute Love. Unceasing exploration…  The kind you can only have when you are free, never having fear of what else may be going on in your lives…

I’ve waited so long to give my woman my kind of Love. She can’t be a prude. She can’t be put off by passion. She must…she must…be my equal…at least… I can’t have anything less… Have tried…and hurt innocent women. No more…

Please…..make her worth the wait, Lord. Only You know just how hungry I’ve become…