Madness So Pretty

I kiss you as if I’ll never kiss anyone again. I hope I never kiss anyone again because I can’t imagine that anyone else could make me feel the way you do. You slide your tongue into my mouth and I suck on it to hear you moan. The feel of the slick muscle moving through and around my mouth makes me shudder and I return the favor, forcing my tongue into your mouth, running the tip over the hard, slipper ridges of your palate and finding the deepest corners.

You taste sweet and spicy and I wrap my arms tight around you and kiss you even more passionately because I need this. I need you.

I press you against the wall and we undress each other clumsily. You want to taste me and you whisper it so sweetly in my ear that I almost let you. But I want to taste you first. I want to make you shudder and cry out my name. I find that spot on your throat and suckle gently. You twitch against me and I could probably make you come if I kept sucking, but there’s so much more of you to explore.

Your skin is tan and tastes salty and smooth beneath my tongue. I lick a path across your chest, find a nipple and flick it and nip it. I pucker my lips around it and suck and you arch into my touch. I smile against your chest and drag my tongue across the flat planes of your belly, circling your bellybutton with the flat of it. Your hands come down to tangle in my hair and I look up the length of your body and I’m breathless.

You’re gorgeous like this, breath catching deep in your throat, body undulating restlessly. I’m still smiling and you glare at me but it’s playful because you know that I’ll take good care of you the same way you always take good care of me.

"Raven," you whisper, sifting your hands through my hair and I incline my head just enough to be able to press a kiss to the tip of your erection.

You hiss and I take mercy on you, engulfing your cock in my mouth. The first time I did this I used teeth and you had to teach me how to do it properly. I’ve since gotten much better and I enjoy this power I have over you. I love making you feel good and I love the feel of you heavy in my mouth. I slide my tongue over your length and suck my way up. The taste of your pre-come on my tongue makes me ache.

With groans and disjointed sentences you tell me I’m doing well, but I can tell without hearing a word. Your hips are in my hands and I know how hard you’re trying to keep yourself in check. You want to fuck my mouth and I’d let you, I’ve let you before, but you pull me off of your cock before I can. You grate out a curse and kiss me roughly, sloppy and wet and I moan.

"Need you, Robin," I whimper when you lick my earlobe.

That’s all you needed to hear. With a grunt you hook my legs around your waist and plunge into my body. I’m wet and ready and there’s no pain, just the incredible pleasure of being filled. You’re hard and impatient with me, but for all of your hurry you’re endlessly gentle and we rock together, pushing and pulling and there’s a pressure building deep inside of me.

When you fall forward and suck one of my nipples deep into your mouth I arch upward and come with a shout, my hands clutching at your back while you thrust into me harder and faster. I’m still panting and reeling from the intensity of it when you go stiff and I feel your orgasm hit.

I kiss you as if I’ll never kiss anyone again and I make love to you as if I’ll never make love to anyone else. You make me whole in all of the ways that matter, some of them you don’t even understand. You pull me close to you and I rest my head against your shoulder and we are perfect together.

And instead of seeing all my colors separately, I close my eyes and see nothing but white for endless miles.