Scarlet

Scarlet

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The person you once loved most has become only a part of your dreams, your very hot dreams.

Summary

The person you once loved most has become only a part of your dreams, your very hot dreams.

Content

Submitted: June 06, 2015

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Submitted: June 06, 2015

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She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him from the back. He closed his eyes trying to contain his anger.
"You asked me why I wouldn't leave you alone...", she said in a small voice. She was close to tears.
"Because I'm scared...", her words haunted him reminding him of his nightmare. The same words said by the figure in the mirror with a shadowed face, "... that I'll be alone...", her grip tightened on his shirt, his heart thumping in his chest. This was his nightmare, his demons, how did she know the words?, "....that nobody will remember me....", he could imagine the shadowed figure from his nightmares saying this, "...nobody will love me, they'll forget me, I'll be lost...", the figure had held out its hand, "... I don't want to be forgotten, I don't want to be lost. I want to be remembered, loved, cherished...", and her self-control broke as quite sobs followed by loud ones left her throat. Her knees gave away beneath her, and she fell on the marble floor behind him, kneeling, crying, weeping uncontrollably. And it dawned on him, the figure in the nightmares was none other than her. His eyes widened as the figures face lit up. Dark layer-cut hair flowed down to the waist, bright red nose and cheeks stood out on her white ashen face, blue eyes the color of saphires reddened at the corners as tears flowed from them, perfect pink lips red from too much biting on them. Yes, it was her. The woman crying behind him. And even though she didn't say the words, he could almost hear it, "Please, save me.... help me... I need you... love me... please...", he wanted to. He wanted to love her to take her pain away. Her sobs weren't making anything better.
He couldn't take it anymore, he turned and putting his arms around her made her stand. Tilting her face up, he brushed his lips against her before kissing her softly, again and again and again. His soft kisses taking away her fears, her doubts, her insecurities. He took her lower lip between his and sucked on it, his hands cupping her cheeks, thumbs wiping her tears. Slowly, sensually his tongue delved into her sweet mouth, rubbing against hers in a soothing manner. She gave in to him, his touch, his passion, his love. And in that moment, she was his.
His hands roamed on her back drawing patterns, lower to the hem of her shirt rolling it upward. For a brief moment he let go of her lips as he took off her shirt, only to join them in a more passionate and heated encounter than before. Her bare skin tingled beneath his fingers awakening a desire deep in her belly. Finally he let go of her lips, now swollen and blood red, to trail soft kisses down her neck, kissing a particular spot emanating a moan out of her. His hands moved to her cleavage, thumbs stroking the skin just under them. His fingers slid behind and deftly unclamped the hook of her thin undergarment, sliding it off her as his mouth trailed to the newly bared part of her body. His mouth clamped over the pink flesh as she hissed with pleasure. Her arms flew around his shoulders clenching his shirt in a tight fist as she moaned to the assault of his mouth and tongue on her breasts. His tongue rolled, flicked, teased them until she was moaning loudly. He finally released the hardened cones that shone with his saliva. Lust evident on both of their faces, they clawed at each other kissing, moaning, sighing into each other's mouths. Thin fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running over the firm chest, feeling his muscles clench and relax with each kiss. His hands cupping her breasts sheathing them from the cold of the night. She writhed in front of him trying to get more attention from him. But his hands moved down to hold her behind, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He walked through the appartment holding her, stopping beside a king-sized bed, throwing her playfully on it. She giggled, despite her hoarse throat due to too much crying. He unbuttoned her jeans, taking them off slowly along with her panties, running his fingers along her skin. She shivered under his touch. He stood by the foot of the bed taking in her form as she lay naked in front of him, for him. He held her cold foot in his hand planting a kiss between the heel and the toes, slowly kissing to her ankle. She closed her eyes enjoying the attention of his mouth as his finger slowly, gently massaged along. His kisses proceeded to her calves, her knees, under her knees, her thighs, her inner thighs, oh he was so close to the sweet spot, she moaned. But he let go of her leg and started the whole process on the other one. Only this simple process had her honey dripping on to the sheets.
And then he put his lips there, sucking, teasing, nibbling on the throbing bundle of nerves. And she was lost, in his kisses, in him, moaning along to the rythm of his tongue. His hands travelled up her thighs, fingers stopping at the entrance to her cave, circling the opening as she groaned loudly in frustration and cursed, bucking her hips at the same time. He knew what she wanted. His fingers entered her virgin opening, stretching it as she threw her head, arching her back, holding the sheets tightly, grunting words of gratitude. His fingers pumped inside her as his tongue teased the sensitive nub. As she got closer to her climax, her mouth opened in an 'Ah', but no words came out of it. And then she came, her insides rolling, her breath caught in her lungs, her heart frantically beating in her tightened chest. It was too much, but he wasn't stopping and she wasn't stopping. She tasted sweet, sweeter than all the sweets in the world. Her body shook like leaves caught in the wind, her insides clenching around his fingers like a tornado. He licked her clean. Finally when he let go, she felt like she had flown to the sun and back in the small time. His lips moved to her belly, her skin still over-sensitive from a climax. Kisses moved up to her right breast, sucking it, igniting desire again in her body, before moving on to the left one. She was shocked he could do it so easily, right after she had just had her fill. She writhed under him her hands finding hid muscular back, stroking it trying to get some more proximity. Her fingers moved down to his jeans, unbuckling the leather belt followed by the freeing the metal button from its lock. His hands caught hers, pinning them at her side, his mouth leaving kisses on her neck. His mouth closed around the small bump of her collar-bone, sucking. She was getting restless as time passed, she wanted to unite with him, but he was making her wait. Every minute that passed, made her want to rip his jeans and have him inside her.
He got up, looking in her eyes shining with lust trailing down to see the purple mark on the bump of her collar bone, he kissed it lightly and whispered, "This means mine.", he slipped up from over her taking off his pants and boxers. She gasped at his size, she was starting to have second thoughts about their consummation. He took it between his hands, and stroked it as he got up on the bed, his knees around her face as he put the head at her red lips. Her mind protested but her body, her needs, her hormones made her lick it and started sucking it. He pushed it inside her mouth inch by inch and she took it all. Only he could love her, she didn't want to lose him. And she took him, for him, to please him, so that he'd stay. She licked up his length, watching his beautiful face shine with bliss. She sucked the tip, and slowly took all of him again. Her tongue moved around his girth, he pulled out before plunging in again. Her throat protesting against the intrusion but her love kept her steady. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. He saw her face filled with him, she felt no fear, no shame in taking him. She was his, all his; body, mind and soul. He moaned when her tongue ran on the sensitive spot beneath the head, and hissed when her throat clamped around him, and with that he lost his control. He started moving in and out quickly, but withdrew before he even got close. Her lips red and swollen, her face flushed as she looked into his eyes. A few leaked drops leaving his taste in her mouth. Fear ran over her face. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to leave her?
"I'm sorry", she said breathing frantically, tears trying to force their way out of her eyes.
"What for?", he asked tracing his fingers along her lips.
"For not pleasuring you the right way. Its just that I've never done it before. Give me another chance. I'll do it right this time.", she said in a shaky voice.
"Oh baby.", he laughed, "You were great. I want to save this for your tight hole down there.", he said stroking his length. She blushed at his blunt words. To say that she was nervous was an understatement. He stood up and just stared at her for so long a time.
Finally he leaned ahead, hovering over her delicate frame and kissed her on the mouth as his hands moved down her body, prying her thighs open, probing her opening with his thumb, testing the waters. She was dripping wet for him, his fingers toying with her nerves, as her body heated with anticipation and excitement for what was to come next. He guided himself to her opening, she held her breath waiting for the penetration. He entered her slowly, her tight cave clasping around him. He thrusted with care, breaking through her virginity, embedding his full length deep inside her. She cried with pain, with pleasue, with happiness. Her tightness contracted around him trying to adjust to the alien feeling. He pulled out completely and thrusted deep inside her with full force. She cried out again, this time more from pleasure than pain. And again, as the pleasure completely took over, knocking her breath out. Out and in he went, making her cry and yelp at every thrust. The friction between their bodies sating the desire, the lust from before as they continued their consummation in unison. He entangled his fingers with her, resting his forehead aginst her, continued to thrust in. Both of them maintaining eye-contact never breaking it. Her inside quickened as she quivered like a leaf caught in a fast moving stream. Her pleasure building slowly, piling more and more. He was thrusting, almost pounding inside her, a swift punishing rythm. His manhood throbbed moving inside her, his balls slapping against the shaven flesh of her womanhood. The way her walls moved around him, made him want to speed up his thrusts if that was even possible. They were both close, both of them could feel it. Eventually, her chest tightened, her opening clamped down on him, she cried out as the storm hit her. She was floating on waves and they crashed down upon the shore, again and again. Her climax made him let go too. He arched his back, moaning loudly as she spasmed around him, spilling his seed inside of her, shooting to the very last drop inside. Both of them were a mess. A bundle of sweat, and sensation. He removed himself from her, rolling on his side laying beside her. She snuggled into his chest as he nuzzled her hair. Breathing heavily, satisfied and relaxed, they fell asleep.

***

The room was dark when he woke up, the door to the balcony was open and white curtains flowed inside. He was wearing a white shirt with white cotton PJs. He looked around. He was alone. This was his nighmare. He knew what would happen next, the shadows will follow him, he would run and end up in front of the mirror. A laugh would come from it. A shadowed figure will be standing there. He would yell, "Who are you? What do you want? Why won't you leave me alone?", and a shrill voice will reply, "... because I'm scared that I'll be alone, that nobody will remember me, nobody will love me, they'll forget me, I'll be lost... love me...", it would yell before pulling him inside the dark mirror. And then he'd wake up.
But where were they? The shadows? The laughs? The creepy music? Then he remembered her. Was she real? He got up from the bed and walked to the mirror. Then he saw her. Dark hair flowed down to the waist, blue eyes shining with lust, lips turned up smiling revealing pearly white teeth, standing totally nude in the mirror. All his life scared... of what? Of her? She was his. Forever for his to keep, trapped in his dreams. He looked at her appreciating her curves. She whispered, "Love me...", and held out her hand. He took it and pulled her out of the mirror. Planting a kiss on her lips he pulled her into his arms and threw her on the bed. His worst night-terror was now his best dream. No longer will there be any shadowed figures, only her, waiting for him all day in that mirror in his dreams. He gave a wicked evil grin and leaped for her.

***

He woke up suddenly, sweaty, aroused and alone. He took a few deep breaths. Damn this dream again. The bitch. She has plagued my mind. If I ever meet her again I'll kill her. Damn. He cursed under his breath. Taking out his cell phone he opened a picture. A picture of her with him. It had been a good time, wandering around town like two lovers. God knows it was anything but love. I don't love her. I hate her. I always will.


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