Erotic Fiction: A Sordid Affair
Sylvia looked like an angel with the light of the afternoon pouring through my bedroom window. Her blonde hair seemed to glitter with the sun, splayed across the pillow in thick tendrils. Goddamn, she was beautiful. Her eyes were closed, tired from the long night we’d had the day before.
We’d spent the evening out until nearly three in the morning. At the movie theatre before meeting up with her friends for a couple of drinks, then going for a long walk downtown until we found our way back home in a taxi to my house on the outskirts of the city centre. Our clothing had fallen off in a blur, our drunken bodies intertwined until we fell asleep holding onto each other. The best nights, the most invigorating ones, were the ones I spent curled up against Sylvia.
Her eyes opened, and she turned to face me, smiling. “Hey.”
I stretched, growling playfully as I rolled onto her, giggles and shrieks bouncing through the room as I pinned her beneath me and kissed her, long and hard. Her tongue moved against mine for the briefest moment.
“You look amazing.”
“I know.” She grinned, shrugged me off with teasing nonchalance. “So do you.”
I leaned in to kiss her again. Her body melted like butter beneath me, softening against the bedsheets. I was instantly hard the minute she reached up to grab my dick, sliding her hand up and down it before cupping my balls and tilting her head to kiss my neck.
“I want you to be mine,” she murmured into my ear.
“I’m yours.”
“I want you to be all mine.” I nipped at her chin, laying my body against hers slowly. My cock pressed against her thigh, my finger moving in and out of her pussy slowly. I felt her getting wetter and wetter, her legs falling open and welcoming me in.
As she started to moan, her arms rose above her halo of hair to press against the headboard. Leaning into her, our faces side-by-side, I could smell the heady florals of her shampoo. “I want to get inside of you.”
Sylvia used her leg to pull me closer, our hips square against one another. I wanted to devour her; everything about her was stunning, was perfect. She was a radiating beam of light that belonged next to me, kept me sane, gave me the energy I found drained from me by daily life. Whenever I was inside of her, it was a transcendent experience. She played both angel and demon, hero and villain. She rescued me while drowning me in the depths of her.
I pulled out and flipped her on her back. Instinctively, she crawled up onto her knees and leaned forward, her round ass raised in the air to level with my cock. It was purple, throbbing, ready to burst inside of her. I came in roughly from behind, her body lurching forward with a blissful cry as I plunged in fully.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she moaned. Her breathing was quickening again, her chest squirming against the bed as I rocked in and out of her. As I picked up speed, she threw her ass back against my hips to meet my dick, her pussy tightening as she moved. I was so close to cumming. So close.
“Cum for me,” she sighed. I pulled out, and she fell onto her back again, rubbing her tits slowly and pushing them together. Her thumbs grazed her nipples, hard and expectant. I straddled her stomach, shot my load over them. There was more than usual, and she slid her body down slightly, her mouth open and tongue out to catch some of my jizz. I obliged.
After a moment of catching our breath, she asked if I could pass her a tissue. I leaned over to the bedside table to grab one just as my phone began to ring beside it, the vibration sending it gliding over the surface of the wood towards the edge. I grabbed it and glanced at the screen. It was my wife.
“Hey, what’s up?” Liz began to say something on the other end, before bursting into a coughing spell.
“Hey, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were planning on coming by tonight?” Her voice sounded hopeful, which did make me feel bad. “The visiting hours end at eight today, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, “right.”
“So, you’ll come?”
I paused, glancing over at Sylvia. I caught a glimpse of her expressionless face before she turned away to face the window. “Yeah, I’ll be there around six or seven.”
“Thank you, babe.” I could hear the relief in her voice. “Chemo was really brutal today. I feel awful. It’ll be so nice to see your face. To hold your hand.”
“And to kiss you,” I whispered.
“And to kiss you,” she echoed. “See you soon, I love you.” Then, the phone clicked off.
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