Lolita

He has lifted her and positioned her and bent her over backwards in so many different ways that she is beginning to feel like an elastic Barbie doll. She reaches up and pulls him into her and she can feel him, sticky with sweat, his collarbones bumping against hers. And all she can think is,spank me. She can hear the words over and over in her head like a gasping metronome.

* * *

It is when he stops to suck on her clit that she remembers they have a mirror. He has his thumb inside her in a way that is unbearably and excruciatingly exquisite, and he is so eager to please it is too good to be true.

How do you like it... gentle, biting...?

Somehow he can talk and make her heart stop at the same time. The ability to do this relentlessly seduces her even more.

Breathlessly, Tell me...

She is glued to the image of his head buried inside her, and his tongue tormenting her. All she can think is,

I love that mirror.

* * *

They are lying on the bed and the breeze from the window is drying their sweat. She has her head in his armpit again but this time so she can inhale him and smell how she has made him sweat down the ravines of his body. This is one of her favourite things. This sweat is intoxicating. She is peeling off flakes of her black nail polish and sprinkling them over his chest. Just to be annoying.

She is playing seductively with him, just stroking him, absent-mindedly at first, until she realises that they still have an unused condom and he is getting hard again. She listens to his breathing become more and more animal. She climbs on top of him again and kisses him and lets her hair fall around his face. Then she whispers,

So when are you going to fuck me up the arse?

He grins as if all his Christmases had come at once. He is so horny that she can't stand it, she can hardly stop kissing him and has bitten his bottom lip so many times that she is sure she is beginning to taste blood in his mouth.

Well, I don't like to waste condoms.

He winks.

And so she is positioned again, flat on her stomach, with her arms out to the side and her legs together. He begins to lube her up with spit, which by now is totally superfluous, but it turns her on all the same. She is delirious with the deliciousness of this scenario. With her head to the side, through one eye, and through her hair, she can just see their silhouettes in the mirror. She is lying, small, vulnerable, cold toed and beautiful, totally submissive, about to be fucked up the arse, and all she can think is,

I have bruises on my wrists and bite marks on my neck and I don't want them to go away.

She is just begging that somehow they won't go away.