forget

He’d wake up in her bed with the sun in his eyes. He’d complain that she had left the blinds half open again, and she’d giggle.

She was always laughing at the strangest times, and then forgetting the joke.

He’d part her grey and white striped legs from behind. He’d grimace half-blind as he slid himself in. She’d titter as he plunged his hardness into her. He’d feel kind of annoyed.

He’d roll her over onto her stomach, grab her by the roots of her hair, furling it into an angry French twist.

She’d arch her amused back, her ass sticking comically up. He’d be curled around her ridiculous curves, his teeth laid close, ready for her back.

He’d bite malicious marks all down her back. Punch purple brackets into her heaving back.

His annoyance would slip away, he’d be still inside her, a fact hard to forget, as she’d start to drip, patters of drips onto his cock with each bite and tug.

They would stay long like this, in this push or pull, this hard or soft, this moan or laugh, this bright or shade. Her cunt the shining wet on his teeth, his hard cock the cut in her back.

Until he could finally be still, leave the fist of hair threaded between his fingers, comforted on her head. Until he could leave his teeth resting in the place he was last, flesh caught gentle in between. Until he could finally move inside her, finally just –I’m here- thrust.

Forget her until the next sunny morning.