Poems he wrote, p.17
Poems He Wrote, page 17
She moves the sleepy kitten from her legs to the couch and stretches them far in front of her. I love watching her do all of these simple mundane things. She looks divine doing them. I reach for her cheek in hopes of kissing her, but she holds my palm up to her chin and presses her lips to it.
“I’m going to make you a bubble bath, you need to relax a little. She might have been angry when she said it. She won’t hurt us.” Ronan closes her eyes, shaking her head. “I mean, she could end up in jail, which would be catastrophic for her because she wouldn’t have control over her own life anymore. Christine might be crazy, but she is not stupid.”
She gets up quickly and runs into the bathroom, and I stay seated down, looking at her hips swaying as she’s going away.
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Why didn’t I take bubble baths before?
This feels so good. My skin is soaking in this beautifully smelling scalding-hot water. My mind is not even in the same galaxy. How amazing.
Ronan poured a few essential oils in, but the only one I can smell is lavender. And don’t even get me started on bath bombs. The water is iridescent, full of black and gray sparkles and tiny little soap skulls. Where does she even get this stuff? A few lit candles are the only thing that lights up the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
I feel like a lady. Not that only women do these types of baths, but I mean like a lady from a movie. Those old ones. The ones where their hair is up and they sip on a chilled glass of wine, resting and relaxing in this heaven made of bubbles.
Do people do this all the time? This is a first for me, but it certainly won’t be the last.
Was I worried about something before? Sure I was, and I should still be, but this bath is making all that worry seep out of me. It’s siphoning all the negativity away. I bet all the people who do this regularly have their cortisol literally non-existent.
Calming music is pumping through the air, and it might be Slipknot, which is unconventional, but it’s working for me. Raspy voice is echoing and ricocheting off the walls right into me. The words to Snuff caressing my ears.
I sway my hands through the water, watching the color turn and change in the red-ish candle light. Some day, when I build a house for us, I will make sure I install a bathtub big enough so that Ronan and I can both fit in and have some fun. I need more space for my legs, especially if her luscious ass is going to be seated in between them, or on top of them…as she rides me and the water sloshes over the sides, her quick and hard movement pushing it out.
My dick twitches on my stomach as it hardens. I grab it tightly, wrapping my fingers around the root of my shaft.
Ronan’s hands grab at the sides of the tub as she keeps rocking into me, grinding her clit onto my pelvis. Her long hair is wet at the ends and plastered to her back and her full breasts, but her pink hard nipples are poking through it.
My hand keeps sliding over my piercings, the mere thought of my woman making the tingles at the bottom of my spine intensify.
“Look at me, baby,” she moans into my ear. “Look at me fucking you. So, so good, baby.” Her lips are parted as she moans. I grab at her waist, holding her tight enough not to hurt her while ramming myself inside her. My thrusts are hard and brutal. She screams as her pussy twitches around me.
Fuck, I love thinking about her. My cock is so hard it’s hurting.
She pulses as she squeezes my dick so nicely. I want to fill her up. I want her full of me. I want to see me drip out of her. She pulls the hair at the back of my head, making me wince in delicious pain. Our eyes meet, her breath coats my lips, “I love you, baby,” she rasps.
Fuck. Fuck. Gahhhh. I’m so close.
Get out of the bathroom idiot, and go fuck your girl.
I rinse so quickly I almost slip. I can’t stop touching my dick, literally edging. I feel like I am going to burst, but I need to sink myself inside her first. I open the bathroom door and see Ronan gulping water down, standing at the kitchen counter.
I sneak into her room, drying myself off. I look through her closet and rummage through some of the boxes in it, also through the boxes under the bed looking for lube. It's nowhere to be found. My dick is leaking with excitement. I yank open the bedside table drawer on my side. No lube there. Reaching around, I open up hers, still no lube. I push hard to close it, but something rolls to the front of the drawer and my heart stops beating in my chest.
What?
I look at it. Hmm…
Interesting.
I like it when plans for the night suddenly change.
My dick twitches violently, leaking from the tip as I call out for Ronan. That dirty, dirty minx.
“Ronan, could you come here, please?”
“Coming!” She runs into the bedroom and stops dead in her tracks, her cheeks turning bright red as she stares at me. “Where did you get that?”
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Sick Love - Vince Kidd ft. Lady Leshurr
Ronan
The blood in my veins is frozen. I stare at Noah’s naked form, his dick stiff, heavy and bobbing between his lean legs. Wicked grin on his stupidly gorgeous face.
My heart is beating out of my chest, and I don’t know if it’s shame or something else. His eyes keep roaming over me hungrily, as if he didn’t just find a huge pink dildo with five silver barbels through it. I near the bed, looking at the hand he is holding the toy in, as he positions it down next to his cock. He smirks, measuring the two.
“This thing is massive,” he laughs, his chest going up and down fast with shallow breaths. “It’s smaller than me, though. Mind telling me how this came to be?”
The thing between his legs bounces and I swallow audibly, looking straight at it. My stomach squeezes and turns with lust. My mouth waters at the gorgeous sight.
“I… I wanted to feel you,” I stutter. “I missed you and I wanted to feel you so bad.” I say, reaching the front of the bed, my fingers mingling with the edge of my shirt.
“And?”
“And I went to this small toy store, and looked for something similar to you. And I stole the bars from Corey’s studio.” I gulp, unbuttoning the collar.
“And?” he whispers, wrapping his long fingers around the shaft.
“Fuck. Noah, I wanted you. I needed to feel you…”
“Did you like riding it? When did you make it?”
“The winter after I met you!” I whine.
“Did it make you come?” he growls.
“Yes!” I yell, casting my eyes down, hiding my face from him. ”It did, but it never felt as good as you. Nothing feels as good as you.”
“I don’t mind it, Ljubavi, I’m glad it did.”
He throws the toy on the bed, slamming his body into me. His lips find mine whilst his right hand holds my face and left roams over my curves. He pushes his hips into mine, seaking friction, his bare dick rubbing onto me, painting my black leggings in precome.
“I need you out of these clothes,” he says right before ripping my shirt open down the middle. Buttons flying all over the room, baring my tits to him. “Fucking gorgeous.”He rasps, taking my nipple into his mouth.
I push the waist of my leggings down, shimmying my legs so they slide to the floor. Noah’s hand finds my crotch and rips my panties clean off. He turns me roughly and pushes my back onto the bed.
Crawling over me, he kisses and licks every inch of my body right up to my lips. He pumps his fist around his pierced cock and I can’t help but look.
“I want to taste you, dirty girl. Everywhere.”
I moan and push my hips into him, seeking to relieve the ache inside of me, but he moves away, grabbing at my hips harshly and flipping me onto my stomach. I push my ass higher in the air and lay my face flat on the bed cover, discarded dildo straight in front of my eyes. My insides tingle.
I feel Noah’s head rub my entrance as he bends over me, slowly kissing my neck.
“I open your books sometimes,” he says, licking my ear. “There are some interesting things inside. Do they make you horny? Do they make you throb?”
“Yeah…” I admit with a moan.
“You wanna be filled everywhere, like a good little slut?”
“Yes!” I move my hips feverishly, trying to get him inside.
“Down, pretty girl. We have all the time in the world,” he says seductively, kissing his way down my spine, lowering my ass. “I said I want to kiss you everywhere, so let me.”
His hands grab at my cheeks, spreading them and I feel his face right there. He rubs his nose through my folds, up to my puckered hole. My face is burning. I can’t stop shaking and mewling. I feel my arousal dripping out of me, and Noah is right there, licking it clean off.
Fuck. Me.
He holds my cheeks spread open, giving my pussy all of his attention from behind. He is ravenous. A man starved. He hums, and moans, and rocks his face into me, savoring my taste. I know his hips are down, plastered to the bed, humping slowly.
That thought gets me so excited I want to scream. Him being so desperate that he is humping the bed is my undoing. Just as I feel my orgasm cresting, his lips leave my hungry pussy and latch onto my forbidden hole.
It makes me shy, but it feels so fucking good. His flat tongue laps at me like I am the tastiest meal he has ever had. He keeps licking and probing, and I can’t stop pushing my body back into him. I have never done this before, I can’t hold back. I want more. I need more.
Like he is able to read my thoughts, Noah pushes two digits into my pussy, curling them down, to that sweet, sweet spot that makes me tremble.
“Where is your lube?”
“Second drawer,” I gasp, poking my finger at the bedside table on my right.
He lifts up, but never stops pumping his fingers into me. His tall figure stretches over my body, his dick leaving wet marks over my skin.
“I didn’t get to look there. I was distracted by my copy,” Noah rumbles.
I hear the cap open, as Noah is situated back behind me. He takes his fingers out of me, sudden emptiness clouding my mind. I turn my head to the side, just in time to see him push the fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. My pussy pulses at the sight of him lapping my juices up. So, so hot.
“You look gorgeous with drool coating your rosy cheeks,” he says, pouring lube on my behind.
As soon as he says that, I register that the lights are still on. I tense up, but he feels it.
A loud smack echoes through the room and the searing hot sting follows. And then another one. And another one. And another one.
“You are mine,” he says, spreading my cheeks again. “You are mine, and so fucking perfect.”
He bends down and bites the place he just spanked. My ass is burning. Fuck.
Another dollop of cold lube falls onto my small hole, and I shiver. Noah throws the bottle onto the bed and takes the toy into his hands.
“What are y…?”
“I asked you if you want to be filled everywhere, like those girls in your books. You said yes,” he says firmly, rubbing the toy onto my pussy, and slowly pushing in. The stretch feels like heaven. “When did you use it last time?”
I push my hips back onto his hand, impaling myself deeper on the toy.
“The day I saw you again and I had your lips on me,” I lie.
“Are you lying to me?” he asks as he pushes one of his fingers inside my tight, puckered hole. It burns so good.
“The day we put furniture into your new apartment,” I squeeze through my teeth.
“That was so long ago, Ljubavi. Are you still lying to me?” He takes his finger out, and then pushes in again, but double digit this time.
“The day you…fuck, Noah, please, just a little faster.”
“The day I what?” He works the dildo in faster.
“The day you walked me home. You left me outside. I wanted you... I wasn’t even out of my clothes, just shimmied my panties down to my knees and pushed it into me.”
“Yeah?” He sounds tortured, like this hurts him so badly.
“Yeah. I came so fast, I was so worked up. Oh fuck… Please! Please! I want to feel you.”
He growls as he takes his fingers and the toy out of me. His hands pull my hips up higher, so my ass is fully in the air and I’m on my knees.
Noah lines his dick with my folds and slides into me with one delicious, fast, long stroke. We gasp simultaneously. Nothing will ever compare to this.
I feel his heat spread all over my walls. I need him to move hard and fast. I need him to own me.
“I want to hear you scream.” Noah’s order makes me shiver as he wraps my hair around his fist and starts drilling into me like a madman.
And I do. I do scream. I hope I wake up all of my neighbors. I hope everyone knows that this hot, gorgeous man is mine. And that I am his.
My pussy twitches and constricts. I push my head into the pillow and grab at the sheets. I am going to come. The light bursts behind my closed eyelids. Lava spreads through my whole body, starting at the peak of my thighs. It rolls through me, burns every nerve in my body.
“That’s right. Come for me, baby. Soak me.”
Noah’s voice sends me into a spiral. I spasm and shake, and just as I start to come down from my high, I feel it.
The toy.
The tip of it is slowly pushing through the tight ring of muscles. Noah lets out a strained moan and slows down his thrusts. He pushes the toy deeper into me, and I feel each bar pass the entrance.
I feel so full.
So fucking full of Noah and a replica of him.
“Fuck. I can feel it inside you, Ronan.” He holds his breath for a second. “I feel it all inside you.”
He pushes the toy in, to the hilt, and presses back into me, hard. Spit leaves my mouth as I open it on a gasp. It drips down my chin, and tears fill my eyes.
He grabs my hair once more, holding it tightly, and with his free hand takes a hold of my hip. The toy sits snugly in my ass, as he keeps feeding his cock to my greedy pussy. His hips piston hard and fast, my bare ass slapping at his thighs. The widened base of the toy is hitting his pelvis every time he pushes in. I feel that sweet fire burn in the depth of my tummy, and I bask in the neverending pleasure Noah provides.
“Look at me,” Noah moans behind me, but I’m unable to lift my head from the bed, drunk on getting fucked.
“Fucking look at me!” he growls and I turn my head back, shocked by his tone.
A loud moan leaves my lips the moment I see him. He looks ravaged, angry, wild. His hair is spilling down his back and shoulders, sweat is dripping down his chest and into his happy trail. He is biting his lips so hard, as if to stifle his moans and whimpers, but it doesn’t work. I hear them loud and clear, and they split me apart.
I start pulsing and spasming once more. Noah yanks my hair back so hard it makes me straighten and plaster my skin against his chest. He grips my chin, slamming his hips into me, as I ride my orgasm out, squeezing him and the toy in my ass. I know he feels the toy rub against his cock and I wonder how that feels.
His eyes find mine, and he seals our lips together. It’s dirty and sloppy and perfect.
“Give me everything,” I whisper into his lips.
“Take it,” he groans, as his hips falter. “Ahhh…fuck…fuck. Baby…fuck, Ronan…”
The tone of his moans makes me feel delirious. I feel his hot come paint my walls, spilling inside of me. He is still kissing me, squeezing my face, holding me, trying to make us one.
“My gorgeous woman.” He breathes hard, separating us and taking the toy out of me. “Never hide your toys from me, Ronan. I want us to put them to good use. I want us to get some together.”
I cackle as he lays down on the bed and pulls me into a hug.
He holds me for quite some time, caresses my reddened skin, kisses my swollen lips. I never had this type of treatment before him. It was all pump, pump, pump, come, leave. They come, I leave. I mean, I told him already he was the first guy ever to actually give me head.
I don’t usually overthink my past relationships whilst laying on my lover's chest, but this whole situation kinda makes me want to do it. I was always treated like shit. Like I was a jumble of hands and arms you hold onto while you fuck the pussy. I never felt loved or cherished or cared for in bed. They never made sure I came too, maybe they automatically thought I did. I remember one time my ex from my senior year in highschool called me fat mid-thrust. I got up from the bed and started crying so hard I was shaking. I called Corey to pick me up right away and wasn’t even fully dressed when I jumped into his car. Men suck.
“Ljubavi?” Noah’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah? Sorry, I was drifting away.”
“You want some snacks, or water?” he asks, getting up from the bed.
“Some orange juice would be amazing, thanks.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with it. I’m going to feed Toma too, and make us some sandwiches to nibble on, okay?”
“Mhm…” I rub my face into the pillow as he leaves the room.
I wake to a door creaking and Toma kneading the soft blanket on top of me. Her little paws work so hard, making the products for her cat bakery. I always imagine my kittens at work as pastry chefs when I see them kneading stuff.
“Let’s eat some dinner,” Noah says, plopping down next to me. “I made your favorite.”
“How long was I out?” I say, looking at the Chinese food take-out boxes on the nightstand.
“A while. The fridge was empty, and I was really hungry. I came back in to ask you what you wanted, but you were already out cold.” His hand finds my face, the cold of his fingers cools my heated face. “I even tried to wake you up to drink your juice, but you just swatted my hand away and turned to the other side.”
“I’m sorry,” I say sitting up. “I am not really hungry, do you mind if I skip?”
“Sure, but you need to drink something, please?”
“Yeah. I need to pee, so I’ll grab my juice and I’ll bring you a bottle of water too!”
Skipping through the door, I notice Toma following me. I swerve into the bathroom, and the little demon runs after me. She sits on the floor mat right in front of the toilet, and looks straight into my eyes, her pupils are so large I can see my reflection in them.
