Lost Part 2- NC-17

[APerfectSoldier87]

Lost
Joe
Warning: Sex, Language, Adult Content, NC-17
Part 2 of 5: Temporary Sanity

She moaned out loud again. Her beautiful body now covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her arm's reaching out, digging her nails deeper into his skin as she gasped for air. She pulled him closer, pushing him deeper inside of her. Another gasp escaped from her mouth, followed by more moans in succession of each other. She was as close to bliss as she had ever been.

He kissed her lips roughly, crushing her mouth to his, an attempt to feel her, to be with her. This was one of the only times he felt whole.

His left hand moved itself on her hip, holding her steady as he positioned himself to her entrance. Entranced he kissed her again, and entered quickly closing the distance between their bodies as much as possible. His right arm went behind her as he sat them up, using gravity as a tool for their sexual dance.

His lips moved further south from her mouth to her neck, light touches with his tongue dancing on her smooth skin. Moving further down to her chest, where he kissed and sucked away, never rough never urgent, always calm and smooth.

She had come again, her body had never been this tired before; the exhaustion was to much and in a vain attempt she bit on his shoulder while digging her nails into his back as another orgasm rocked her body. He followed shortly after. Her eyes closed as she let out a sigh and went limp in his arms.

He closed his eyes as well and laid her body down. Though the time had been countless for this girl, it was perfectly timed in his head. She'd taken longer to pass out then other girls, but she had succumbed. It was easier on them and him this way. Coward or not, he didn't like telling them that they were just a one night stand, that he had no want for a girlfriend right now or probably ever.

He sighed and got out of the foreign bed. The party had considerably died down by now, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about the noise waking her. Quickly but quietly putting on his clothes he began to leave the room, but stopped when he heard her sit up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, he hadn't turned around, that was key to keeping her from getting hurt, don't let her see the detachment.

"Home." he replied, cracking his neck, a nervous jesture that he had picked up somwhere.

"Oh, will you call me?" He heard the surprise in her voice, and then the pleading. He hated this, it ruined everything, the peace he had while screwing that girl would be gone if she cried, he hated it when they cried.

"Probably not." He needed to get out, she'd be angry soon, and he did not need to be screamed at right now, it was at least 3 a.m.

She didn't get angry though didn't even cry, just slid her legs over the edge of the bed and looked down, she sighed aloud and closed her eyes.

"Alright then. If you at least see me, you'll say hi I hope?" It sounded cold, emotionless, as if she had prepared herself for this, but it was still a question.

"I would." He walked out the door, then the house to a lonely exsistence that he'd put himself in.

How the mighty had fallen. Another innocent caught in a crossfire of selfish wants and confused feelings. Lies and deception that would eat away at a person's insides for years to come. They know what they do: they were predators, stalking their prey and, once useless, it would be tossed aside.

[tangelo]

again, bravo. the Romantics are cheering.

please continue.