Chapter 7
SEVEN
I pushed inside my home, desperate to get Rugger in the warmth and out of the cold. Slowly, she strutted through the door. By the time she reached the coat closet, my hands were near her breasts, pulling backward to relieve her of the extra fabric.
“Thank you,” she uttered.
Patiently, she stepped aside and waited until it was tucked away. The weight of the piece made it clear she was holding. I hadn’t expected anything less.
I slid my coat down my arms and hung it beside hers. Closely, Gazelle watched me while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She folded an arm across her and placed the right one on top of it. Her thumb tapped against her bottom lip, denting it each time they collided.
It wasn’t until I had completed the simple tasks that she prepared for movement. Upright with a straightened spine and hand by her side, she sought guidance. Her demonstration of trust filled me with a sense of gratitude. Her natural instincts were slowly voiding themselves. She was shedding a little more of her independence with each passing second.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed or unappreciated. Gazelle was not the average woman. She was born to dominate. Born to lead. Born to acquire control, not relinquish it.
Her cold hands slipped right into mine as we stood in the foyer. I guided her toward the living room where the fireplaces were burning. There were three in total, covering the large space with the glass walls and ceiling that heavily influenced the temperature year round.
“Tea?”
A swift nod led me to believe it was the perfect suggestion. I released her from my grip and headed toward the kitchen. The open floorplan allowed me to keep an eye on the dark beauty even from afar.
I grabbed a bag of lavender tea, the kettle, and one of two mugs available. Warm water filled the kettle halfway before I placed it on the stove. With it on the open flame, I pulled back the drawer containing silverware.
Six knives.
Two spoons.
Two forks.
Two sauce cups .
Two compact pistols .
I took a look over the counter, finding Gazelle right where my eyes had left her. Both arms caressed her body as she stood near the fire. A peep over her shoulder and the desolation in those big, anguished orbs halted my thoughts. Slowed my heart. Stilled my world.
Apprehension.
Confliction.
Confusion.
Despair.
Doubt.
Grief.
Pain.
Life had been generous to her family, but she still managed to procure the brokenness that experience produced in droves. She wasn’t exempt and neither was anyone else in her immediate circle. The death of their father, capturing of the head of their organization, and relocating of their entire family was evidence that hardships and hurt didn’t have a tax bracket preference.
Weariness.
Loneliness.
Unease.
Sadness.
Melancholy.
She was a beautiful mess. Chaotic poetry. A distressed canvas. Treasure from the ruins. And whether it had been made clear or not, she was mine. My beautiful mess. My chaotic poetry. My distressed canvas. My treasure from the ruins.
“Sadness doesn’t always last.”
My voice carried across the nearly empty room, taking her by surprise. She leaned into the arm she’d lifted. The back of her right hand supported her chin as her gaze stripped me bare.
Nothing came from her. Nothing but longing, curious gazing. A smirk creased the corners of her mouth as she turned back toward the fire and then back toward me.
She was pondering and although silently, I could hear her loudly. The kettle began whispering in the distance. I backtracked toward the stove, eyes still planted firmly on Gazelle. I poured the hot water into the glass mug and placed the kettle on the counter.
At a glance, I discovered the purple hues of the lavender had tinted the water. Chamomile added more flavor while hibiscus aided in the coloration process. A dark, deep purple was the result.
“Honey?”
A nod sufficed. Her words were still brewing. I opened the cabinet to retrieve the organic honey-filled jar. With the spoon from the utensil drawer, I scooped up a healthy serving and dumped it into the hot mixture. I began stirring as I repositioned the honey on the shelf.
When my eyes reached her again, contentment covered me. She observed the making of her beverage, staring blankly at the spoon as it went around and around. A long, exaggerated blink cleared the path for her words to escape her.
“Then, how long does it last?”
I removed the spoon and placed it into the sterilizer that would remove traces of germs and DNA. My unhurried stride contradicted my true desires. I wanted her near me much sooner than I’d reach her. Nevertheless, I kept my pace, careful with the mug in my hand.
My palm pressed against her contracted bicep. Her hand widened to receive the cup. Once it was secured in her hand, I rounded her. My arms slid underneath hers, taking their position in front of her as I planted a kiss on her neck.
“As long as it takes until something deeper, more promising confronts it.”
“Such as–”
“Happiness. Comfort. Peace. Joy. Love .”
“Things that–”
“I want to bring you. Things that I will bring you.”
The sharpness of her tongue was an expectation of mine. However, I received silence instead. She sipped the tea in her hand before leaning back into me, laying her head against my right shoulder.
As we were, we remained until her cup of tea was half empty. The crackling fire brought along a sense of tranquility. There was absolutely no better place to be than where I was, sharing space with the woman who was quickly becoming my favorite part of the day.
“Let me see it,” she requested, breaking the silence.
“See it?” I asked, unsure of what she was referring to.
“Your collection,” she clarified.
Clever girl . Her request wasn’t absurd but it couldn’t be granted. Not yet.
“This home was bought less than two weeks ago, Gazelle.”
“It only takes two days to transport an arsenal. Two hours if you’re good enough.”
“Transport, not complete.”
“I’m not interested in completion.”
“No,” I stated, firmly.
Collections were sacred. Showcasing them was the least of my interests at the moment. Maybe one day, but not today.
“Then, if not those weapons,” she commented, spinning on her heel.
Her hand caressed the bulge in my pants.
“What about this one?”
I removed the cup of tea from her hand and sipped from the cup. Now, she was speaking my language. My interest was peaked.
“Your weapon, your world,” I reminded her, placing the cup on the mantle.
I took her by the hand and led the way through the partially empty home.
“You purchased,” Gazelle noted.
The unorthodox approach was likely baffling. The curiosity in her voice proved my theory.
“A part of my collection,” I replied.
With a shake of the head, she confronted my logic.
“You lie so very well.”
“Then you wouldn’t have known it was a lie.”
“True,” she chuckled, “Why the home?”
“Stability.”
“In this business, that’s a double-edged knife.”
“That I’m willing to expire for.”
“Strong point of view.”
“Strong supporting case.”
“Is that right? Tell me more. Tell me why you’d risk your freedom and compromise your identity. There’s almost nothing in the world worth that but fa–”
“You.”
At the end of the staircase, she reserved movement and rested her eyes on mine. Worry lines creased her forehead. I reached down from the second step and smoothed them out one after the other.
“You’re a very smart young woman, Gazelle. The smartest, most clever woman I’ve met in my thirty-four years of life. You’re sharp. You’re lethal. You’re educated. Those are only some of the reasons I’m drawn to you.
“I’ve made my stance and my conviction on the matter has been very clear. I’m willing to do some things I’ve never done to get some things I’ve never gotten. Have some things I’ve never had. Experience some feelings I’ve never experienced. That includes you.
“I won’t let you convince me, with that immaculate brain power of yours, that you haven’t figured that out yet. You have, Gazelle. And, even if you don’t understand why or want to believe your knight has come, start now. At this moment.
“Because, fairytales come true for the girls who chose to learn the anatomy of a Ruger instead of building dollhouses as a jit. You’re just as deserving as the ones who have spent their entire life fantasizing about the very day their distress summons their savior.
“The best part about your story is the fact that you don’t need saving. You need to be sucked and fucked and favored. And, I’m here to give you just that. No questions asked. No holding back. No fear, baby. Just feelings.”
“Sonnie–”
She kissed the skin of her teeth before pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. My dick hardened at the sight of her teeth. I had something better to go between them.
“I’m a shooter, Rugger. A trained shooter. I don’t miss. And, neither do you. If I’m going to risk my life on anyone, it has to be you. I don’t mind being compromised when the woman I’ve been compromised for can clear a platoon in her sleep.
“I don’t give a fuck about my identity or my freedom when I’m fucking a ghost. Not by term but by classification. You don’t see her coming, but you know good and fucking well when she reaches you. The hot lead leaves you no other choice. And, even when you don’t see her, you feel her. She’s that damn good.
“If they come, then let them. There will be black limos lining the street every fucking day of the week for months. There won’t be enough space in the morgues to keep the bodies we’ll send cool. I will not let my chopper breathe until everything coming towards us stops. I will kill everything moving, Rugger. Every-fucking-thing.”
I descended the two steps between us, lessening the distance. When I was close enough, I cupped her chin and glared into those big rounds of hers.
Skills aside, she was precious cargo. She was hardly a woman. Her emotional maturity didn’t exist. She didn’t know how to feel. What to feel. When to feel. Or, what to do when those feelings surfaced. They had been birthed right within those irises and she had no clue what to do with them.
I’d lived my life on the run from anything that kept me grounded, rooted . She wasn’t alone. But, with the way my body reacted to her presence, I knew that this wasn’t something I could run from. So, I ran toward it. Toward her.
Together, we’d figure the rest of this shit out. Together, we’d mature. Together, we’d experience. Together, we’d explore. Together, we’d jump. The cliff was rocky and the fall was steep, but I had no doubt that we’d end on both of our feet.
“And, I won’t have to tell you where to find my collection when the time comes because you’re well aware. You smell the gunpowder, Gazelle.”
I wasn’t a fool. Her courtesy hadn’t convinced me she had come into my home blindly. The way she moved through it the first night she entered the door, I knew she’d studied the plan and remembered it with accuracy.
A smile coated her lips before she pushed upward and met mine. Discrediting her genius for my sake wasn’t necessary, but it was admirable. And, for the effort alone, she would get a few points in my book.
“I didn’t ask to be shown to it. I asked to let me see it,” she corrected, “There’s a difference.”
“You’re right, but your weapon of choice is the only one you’ll be seeing tonight.”
“I won’t complain,” she mumbled against my lips. “ Can’t complain. ”
Her sultry tone swept the hairs of my arms toward the sky. I didn’t have another second to waste. I lowered my frame to solidify my balance. Once grounded, I hoisted her into the air and took the steps one at a time.
With her forehead pressed against mine, she used the opportunity to take my tongue into her possession. Like a lollipop, she sucked the tip before the rest disappeared into her mouth. Our lips crashed against each other, sealing our connection.
On the second level of my home, I carried Gazelle into the master suite. The king-sized bed, designed for our long limbs and frames, awaited our arrival. Gently, I placed her on top of the comforter as if she was a fragile find at an antique shop.
My dick protested for freedom in my jeans. Parting was good in theory, but convincing my body the time had come was a different story. The disappointment at the mere thought gutted me.
Fuck .
I made the difficult decision to separate our bodies. My priorities quickly changed at the sight of her clothed body. Her freedom carried far more value than mine.
I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her stilts. Her shoes tumbled to the floor with the soft fabric landing on top of them. Breathlessly, she pulled the string of the contraption around her waist, allowing me to remove it with ease.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
I unfastened each button until the shirt split in half completely, exposing the lace covering her large, midnight- colored areolas. My hunger for her rumbled my belly. The thirst flooded my mouth with saliva.
She’s wondrous .
She’s wild.
She’s wicked.
And, I wanted every part of her.
The bra hardly resisted as I pulled it downward, liberating her pebbles. I buried her nipple in my mouth. Patience had failed me.
Her fingers clawed at the hem of my shirt, pulling upward. Her right nipple fell from my mouth as the black shirt came over my head. I engaged her left nipple immediately after.
Hungrily, I feasted on its firmness until I fully submerged the remainder of her roundness. This was the only area that could be categorized as petite for Gazelle. Though her breasts weren’t as expansive as the rest of her, they were perfect for her figure. They were perfect for me.
I twirled my tongue, tasting the nothingness her skin produced that was somehow one of the most delectable dishes I’d ever had. Her pussy was the other. It was the epitome of fine dining. It pressed against my leg, craving the friction necessary to get it to that place of oblivion.
At the thought of how engrossing her plumpness truly was, the urge to revisit wouldn’t allow me to settle for second best. Slowly, I lowered my body, combing over hers with my tongue. Until finally, I reached her nest. I planted a kiss on the very tip of her clit.
Pleased to meet you… again .
Her arousal was aggressive. The smell of her womanhood penetrated the air, diluting the scent of her perfume. I closed my eyes, stalling momentarily to encapsulate her aroma. I stored it in my mental rolodex and sent a clear message from my brain to my balls.
It was important we were all on one accord and understood the presence of the scent meant that Gazelle was in need. Even without words, she was requesting something from us that was well within our power to deliver.
A shake of my head led me to my feet. I undressed completely while matching Rugger’s gaze. When I was free of my garments, I headed to the linen closet where I grabbed two bath towels.
“Up,” I demanded, tilting my head leftward.
“Sonnie, what are you doing?”
“Preparing for my meal, Gazelle.”
“Prepa–”
“Obsessive compulsive disorder doesn’t allow me to make many messes, but today and every other day I lay you down in this bed will be the exception. I won’t be a neat eater this evening, love. Pardon me in advance. But– uh – before you make a mess of my bed and my face, I’d like to prepare for your abundance.”
“Wel– Well, I– you–”
She fumbled her words. The bewilderment in her face stiffened my dick. She was confused but there was little to be confused about. I placed a hand against my chest and leaned in closer. The precious scent of her desire caused my nostrils to flare. I bit down on my jaw, condemning my body for wanting to acclimate myself with it every fucking day and every waking fucking hour.
“Make no mistake. It’s not your fault, love. I take full blame for what is about to happen between your legs.”
She became immobile. A breath fell from her lips as a slow blink hid her orbs behind her eyelids. Drunkenly, she reopened them while attempting to release words. Nothing came of her efforts. I tilted my head once more, reminding her that the task had gone undone.
“Gazelle,” I whispered, encouraging her to move.
“Of course,” she uttered, barely making out the second word.
She balanced her weight on her elbows and scooted to the other side of the bed. I unfolded the fluffy towels and laid them flat on the bed, one on top of the other. The very end of them, I folded inward for accessibility. I had no intention of cleaning my face, but in the event I needed to, the disruption wouldn’t last very long.
I grabbed both of Rugger’s legs and pulled her toward the towels before lifting her body slightly and positioning it exactly where I wanted it. My knees met the ground softly. I took my position in front of the bed, watching as fine bumps began to rise on Rugger’s skin.
Her breath hiked in her chest. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her. Her legs parted naturally. And, my dinner was served.
I stretched my tongue across her center, burying it between her fluffiness. She was a very thin girl, but her pussy was fat. It was the meatiest part of her body. She was all flesh and bones. Half of her weight rested between her legs.
My resting place was the pebbled bulb underneath the hood of her thickness. One lip slid across the top of her pussy as the other slid up from her slit to her clitoris. I sucked her deeper into my mouth with each repetitive movement.
Her grip on the sheets tightened. Her glare weakened as her head dug into the pillow beneath her head. Her ass lifted from the bed as she ground her center into my mouth.
I accepted every inch of the pussy she was feeding me. My hands formed minds of their own, ending up right underneath her ass. I flickered my tongue back and forward against her clit while still sucking her nectar right from the source.
“Yessss. Ye– Ahh fu–”
Gazelle had bitten off way more than she could chew. She forced herself back onto the bed in an attempt to free herself from my wrath. On the way down to the sheets, I locked in on the most sensitive part of her body at the moment.
I glided my tongue across it with additional pressure that sent her reeling. Her hands pressed against my head. Her feet flattened as they landed on my shoulders. Her attempt to flee had positioned her perfectly. I leaned forward, onto the bed, bending her knees and opening her pussy up for me.
“Uhhh. Uh! ”
Her back rose from the bed as her legs drew closer together. Those dark eyes were glossy and her mouth slacked from the utter pleasure her body was experiencing.
“Uncurl your spine,” I challenged with a mouth full of pussy and hands that were anxious to dig.
“ Sonnnnnnie– ”
Wrong fucking move . Hearing my name roll off her tongue had me rolling mine faster, harder, and without a fucking care in the world.
Her body jerked with each flicker. The index and middle finger of my right hand brushed against her snugness. Her pussy’s lubrication allowed their ease of entry. I twisted them upward and immediately located the ridges that would lead Rugger to the place I’d made reservations for her.
With a beard coated in her pleasantries, I unburied my face. Her chest caved and expanded dramatically. She was breathless. She was foolish. There was no chance on God’s green earth I’d let her slip through my grasp. If she assumed a gunshot wound would halt my mission to have her, she was sadly mistaken.
The only bullet that would end my quest for Rugger was a bullet that ended me. And, I was almost certain I’d find her again in hell because that’s where we were both headed. Until then, I’d pursue her.
Even when I finally had her, I’d keep pursuing her. Because women with pussy this good, you pursued until you could no longer clean your own ass, put on your own clothes, or remember your own name.
“Disobedience is sometimes rewarding,” I admitted, using the thumb of my left hand to enter her rectal canal.
I massed both holes while sucking on her clitoris. She clawed at my head, trying desperately to relieve herself of the mounting pleasure. My disinterest forced me to continue. When her body stiffened, she began pleading.
“Ple– oh God. Please.”
I gently caressed her asshole. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her peak was near. I could feel it in my fingertips.
“I’m gonna cummmm–”
“You’re supposed to.”
Her pussy was still on the edge of my tongue when I reminded her why I was here. Why she was here... Why we were here.. .
As she’d warned, she began to unfold. I slowed my influence down to a creep and began to enjoy the show.
Oh, she’s winsome .
My eyes were planted on her face as it contorted a hundred different ways. Her body gave into the orgasm that was stirring her creamery and releasing her sliminess by the ounces. When it finally rested against the bed, assuming the worst of it was over, I resumed each movement with emphasis on her internal clitoris.
“Son– Sonnnnnie. So– fuuuuc–”
“There’s more, Gazelle,” I informed her, realizing her virginity was still intact.
She was unaware of what her body was truly capable of. No one had taken her to the places I would. She was inexperienced. It didn’t matter that she didn’t believe so. It didn’t matter how many times she’d been fucked. She hadn’t been fucked properly. Gently. Thoroughly. Selflessly.
“I can’t c— fuck– Sonnie!”
“Don’t fight it.”
She was holding onto something I needed. The quicker she gave in and let it go, the quicker I’d allow her recovery. But, until my goal came to fruition, she wouldn’t rest. Neither would I.
“Sonnnnnn–”
Her pelvis pushed into the mattress. Her hands pulled the comforter closer to her body. And, her river finally began to flow.
“ Uhhhhhhh– ”
“There you go.”
Her sprouting was absolutely incredible. Straight into the arm, she released her fluids. I observed the pure bliss on her beautiful face as her orgasm leveled up tremendously. I continued massaging her pussy, emptying her of everything she had to offer.
My dick was aching. Cum oozed from the tip. I grew anxious with desire.
“Fuck. Fuc– Sonnie.”
I dislodged my fingers, slowly. Her hands searched the air for parts of me she could hold onto. I hovered over her until she managed to get her fingers around my wrists. Both of them.
My lips met hers mid-air. Though completely satisfied, her hunger was still apparent. I shared her sentiment. I was starving for more. Muffled words pulled me from her embrace.
“Hm?” I asked, having not heard what she was trying to make out as our tongues embraced.
“What happened?” She breathed against my face.
“Nothing that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Sonnie–” she pleaded.
“That’s your pussy’s way of giving thanks, Gazelle. Showering me.”
She nodded as if she understood. I was almost certain she did, which made moving forward easier for us both.
“Here’s what happens next,” I explained, lowering my feet onto the floor again.
I took a few steps back, stopping a mere three feet from the bed.
“You’re going to get on your knees,” I paused, grabbing my dick, “You’re going to put him in your mouth.”
Gazelle nodded again. This time, I had no doubt she understood what was required of her.
“And, you’re not going to stop sucking this motherfucker until he’s thanking you.”
I massaged the tip of my dick with the remnants of her serving as my lubricant.
“Understood?”
She nodded.
“Use your words, Gazelle.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes– I understand.”
“Good then.”
She took her time lifting her body from the soiled towels. Her dripping center glistened as she stood before me. I placed a hand against it while using the other to pull her closer. I kissed her lips, reminding her where I’d dined, how good I’d eaten, and how well I’d been rewarded for clearing my plate.
She folded in front of me, dropping to her knees without hesitation. My services were no longer needed. She rescued my dick from my hands and took it into her own. I closed my eyes, commemorating the moment. I was ready to blow seeing my tool in her hand.
Her warmth surrounded me. Simultaneously, the hand she attempted to close around my thickness began to caress my balls. Inch by inch, I reopened my eyes, afraid to be exposed to too much too soon.
Fuck .
My journey came to a halt at the back of her throat. I clenched my ass cheeks as saliva dripped from her bottom lip. Her head began moving slowly, stroking me with intention. Those eyes were on me, daring me to break contact.
The bravery within them told a story of its own. The synopsized version led my hand to the back of her head. I leaned forward, finding myself more intrigued with Gazelle every passing second.
“Good, love, because I would’ve dug him up and killed him again.”
She had never been in this position and no man had the pleasure of enjoying the warmth of her mouth. She too was doing things she’s never done for feelings she’d never felt. I wasn’t alone.
“You’re doing well.”
Her mouth was a black pit that was consuming me with each stroke. My assistance wasn’t necessary, but the uncertainty rested in those pretty rounds of hers. Her comfort was my priority and until she was confident in her skill, I’d assist.
The words of encouragement began to combat the diffidence of her thoughts, posture, and performance. Her shoulders softened as both hands wrapped my dick. She twisted one leftward. She twisted the other one in the opposite direction. And, her mouth continued sliding up and down the other end.
My toes curled into the carpet. Rugger was a swift learner. My arm fell to my side. She no longer needed me. But, I needed her to slow the fuck down before she received her flowers faster than I’d anticipated.
“Fuck–”
Saliva bubbled between her fingers. Her mouth was as wet as her pussy. They were a fucking power couple.
I nearly lost my balance. A step backward and she didn’t miss a beat. She moved when I moved, alternatively pressing her wet palm against my bare ass cheek to keep me in place.
“Fuuu–”
My neck arched as my head fell backward. The realization that the tables had turned nearly sent me into oblivion. I was attempting to flee her savagery. The fact that my dick cleared the back of her throat and began heading down it with each stroke didn’t support my case at all. Neither did it support my legs.
Once I was steady on my feet, she replaced the second hand, twirling them both while sucking as if her life depended on it.
“Gazelle–” I whispered, dropping my head.
Wrong fucking move .
She was looking up at me. Her gaze was as intense as it was innocent.
Am I doing a good job , they screamed at me.
Yes . I nodded, quietly confirming my unmanning. Yes you fucking are, baby .
She lowered her head and sucked my balls into her mouth. My stomach caved. Her right hand slid toward the tip of my dick and began twisting, meeting her left hand in the center of my shaft. One by one, she rolled my balls in her mouth.
“Gazelle,” I warned under my breath as my toes began to pull the fabric of my carpet out completely. Gazelle .
Just as my nut broke the seal her saliva had created, her mouth rested against the tip of my dick. My semen emerged, spilling into her wetness as I pulled her hair into my hand. My fingers began to hurt as my ejaculation continued flowing into her mouth.
“Argh. Fuck.”
I dislodged my dick slowly. Breathlessly, I peered down at Gazelle, who never took her eyes off me.
“O– open up.”
She opened her mouth, showcasing the empty shell.
“You’re a fucking problem,” I admitted. She was oblivious to her blessings, but I was well aware.
“But it’s better that you’re my fucking problem.”
Confidently, her cheeks fattened with a smile. She stood on her feet and grabbed me by the hand. I followed her out of the bedroom.
“Wher–”
She covered her mouth with a finger and continued down the hallway. We descended the stairs and made our way through the kitchen. Through the pantry, she pushed, making it clear where we were headed. With a shake of the head, I stepped forward.
I stretched my arm across her body and straightened the chicken noodle soup can. Just beneath her breast, I straightened the cream of mushroom. And, lastly, I pushed the can of green beans backward where it belonged. A gust of cold air was followed by the sound of locks turning.
Gazelle rose to the tips of her toes as the door opened automatically. She was the first inside. Slowly, I made my way through the narrow opening.
You smell the gunpowder. My words resonated now more than ever. She did. She had. Even the floorplan of my home I was sure she’d studied didn’t reveal where my arsenal was hidden, but she didn’t need a floor plan. All she needed was her nose.
I halted at the sight of Rugger in a rather compromising position. My limp dick began to liven up. The door of the pantry closed behind me, locking us inside until we were both ready to emerge.
I wasn’t sure how long that would be, because within seconds I’d be surrounded by two of my favorite things. Gazelle’s most powerful weapon and mine. One was between her walls. The other was on my wall.
Her arms stretched until her hands reached her toes. Her pussy shined like diamonds in the dark, beckoning me over. I wasted little time answering the call. Behind her, I stood with my dick pressed against her slipperiness.
I coated my skin with her juices before positioning myself at her opening. Slowly, I pushed into her. Every pending issue in my world dissolved.
“Uhhhhh,” Gazelle cried out as she leaned forward.
I looped my arm around her to help her maintain her balance.
“Shit so fucking good,” I whispered against her spine, fully prepared for my ending before I’d even begun.
I zoomed in, magnifying the birthmark behind Gazelle’s ear. Beside it was a small tattoo of the letter R . I made a mental note of the new discovery.
A sleeping beauty .
Insomnia had awakened me after a few hours of sleep. The idea of my bedmate fleeing kept my eyes wide and my back against the pillows next to her. By sunrise, she’d be long gone and I’d be missing her something awful. I wasn’t prepared for her absence.
Sleep felt like a wasted opportunity. I needed more time with her. Time that didn’t involve an obstructed view of her. That’s all rest was for me at the moment, an obstruction. Not even my dreams could compare to having her beside me, in my line of vision, or close enough to touch.
Her dark skin went on for what seemed like forever before disappearing underneath the covers. She was stunning in her nakedness. The scent of the vanilla body wash still lingered. It paired well with her natural ph-balance.
We’d bathed for an hour, exploring one another’s intimate details. Exiting felt like a swift kick to the gut. Our closeness was such a pleasurable reward for the life of lonesomeness I’d chosen.
The red dot on the outdated video recorder blinked continuously, assuring me of the capturing of her beauty. Her ability to maintain the same position throughout the night was a clear indication of her occupation. One wrong move was all it took in the field and it could mean the end of your existence.
“Shut it off,” she whined, “And, get some sleep.”
I lowered the camera, realizing she was no longer sleeping. Interrupting her rest wasn’t my intention. She needed the downtime. If no one else understood, I did. In our profession, pulling the trigger was easier than shutting off your thoughts. They were overpowering and far too inconsiderate for my liking.
“I can’t. I’ve tried.”
She pushed her head further out of her way as she sprang up. Confusion plagued her, yet she still managed to make it to her feet. Silently, I watched as her nakedness strutted toward the chair where her clothes were folded neatly and her shoes were side by side.
Though she’d located her fabrics, she was missing the most important piece of her wardrobe. There were a few of them, in fact, and she wouldn’t leave without them.
“Sonnie.”
She turned on the heels of her feet. I’d never understand how or why my name sounded so pleasant coming from her body, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Come back to bed, Gazelle,” I suggested.
I knew the rules. I knew the survival tactics. I knew what we should be doing, but to say I gave a fuck would be a lie. I didn’t care about sunrise or even the next thirty minutes.
Right now . That’s where I wanted to live and that’s where I wanted Gazelle to live.
“I want to–” she admitted, “I rea–”
The cracking of her voice splintered me. It split my heart right down the center. She recovered as fast as she’d faltered. Flawlessly, she continued.
“I would love to stay, but we bot–”
“Then, stay.”
“Sonnie.”
“I’ve taken your guns, Rugger.”
“Rule 68. Comfort is the drug of the weak,” she recited.
“Rule 92. Desire is the tool of a beast,” I reminded her.
With a nod, she agreed.
“But, Sonnie–”
Her body came toward me at an alarming rate. Her knees hit the ground and those big eyes stared up at me. I stared off into the distance. She was becoming so much I could hardly bear the thought of her, not having her, or putting an occupation I was becoming resentful of before her.
Yet, she was in the same profession and making it clear to me that it was her life. It was our life. She was right. In fact, she was hardly ever wrong. But, I didn’t care. Neither should she.
“Look at me.”
I found her eyes again.
“My fire doesn’t stop burning because I’m not in your arms. It intensifies. Every second I’ve been away since the day I laid eyes on you, it’s been burning inside of me. Every time I leave you, it grows. And, grows. Until we’re face to face. Eye to eye. Chest to chest. Body to body. Lips pressed against each other. I can’t jeopardize my life or yours for the sake of comfort.
“You are comfort for me, Sonnie. I don’t have to drown in it to know it’s real. To know you’re real. I ju– I just want us both to understand the degree of danger we’re putting each other in by getting lost in these moments. Moments we can’t exactly afford. But, they’re our moments nonetheless.”
The sense she made was almost infuriating.
“Stay, Rugger.”
It was my only defense. Whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily, she’d be in my bed long after sunrise.
I leaned into her, taking her by the bottom and lifting her onto my lap. I slid my hard dick through the slit in my briefs.
“Well after sunrise.”
She nodded as she lifted up and then lowered her pussy onto my rigidness. Because she wasn’t soaking, it took some adjusting. But, once I was finally inside, we both released pleasing sighs.
Her breast went into my mouth. Her hands went on my shoulders. Up and down, she glided on my dick. The sound of her wetness brought me peace. It meant that she was right here and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Rugger pushed me backward until my back was against the sheet. She grabbed the camera I’d sat down and lifted it to her right eye. She pressed the button to record, but never missed a beat.
Her skin was soft. Her body was addictive. Her pussy was potent. She had me right where I wanted to be. Right where I never knew I needed to be. Where I never desired to be until I met her.
“How do I feel?” She asked.
Her rasp had the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I understood her question clearly and it wasn’t one pertaining to the moment. She wasn’t asking how her pussy felt. This was deeper than that. Deeper than our sexual attraction to one another.
“Better than my first kill.”
The first person’s life I’d ended was the person who’d taken my mother’s life. For the first time since then, my world had begun to revolve again. The day she died, it halted on its axis. I never thought I’d see the day when the clouds cleared and there was life inside of me.
She lifted her body until she was on her feet. She used her elbows to keep her balance. I reached for the camera, but she refused to hand it over.
“What is it that you want from me?”
“Whatever you can give me and nothing more. I want to meet you where you are, just how you are.”
“How do I meet you?”
“By taking a chance. Let me worry. Your presence is my reward.”
“What’s mine?” She smiled.
“You’re sitting on it.”
With the camera still trained on me, Rugger rode my dick until I was spitting up inside of her. We didn’t bother cleaning the mess we’d made. Instead, we managed to fall into a deep slumber that didn’t wake us until after nine.