Psycho

He brings the knife up to my opposite cheek using the flat of the blade he forces me to turn my head to him so our eyes meet. Using the sharp edge he traces it down my lips. "Do you want me to stop?" His eyes are beautiful, haunting; the pools of green darken and storm before me.

"Kiss me, Marcus, please kiss me." It is all I can say, all I can want in this moment.

"I knew, the moment I saw you, I knew." He whispers before bringing his sweet, hot mouth on mine. I moan in ecstasy deepening the kiss opening my mouth to him feeling his tongue sweep over mine. The desire and heat I feel is overwhelming and for someone who has lived so rigidly, so tightly controlled it feels scary to allow myself to feel this way. To let him in. To have him take control.

But I give in.

Just like he wants.

Just like he knows I need.

There is no thought for protection or safety or disease. There is only this animal want, this primitive need for me to have this man deep inside me.

I hear him drop the knife as he releases my arm turning me to fully face him he pulls my t-shirt off with one hand as he pushes at my panties forcing them off me. I step closer, harder into him, feel him grip me tighter. I wish in this moment for this lushness to never end.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers his hand wrapping around my neck, my dark eyes meeting his and in this moment for him I am beautiful, I'm above all the shit and am reborn for him. For his eyes only. His thumb caresses my lips, slowly he inserts the tip of it into my mouth and I lick his thumb proceeding to then suck it slowly, sensually.

He takes his thumb away pressing his mouth to mine and I moan the next thing I know he has hoisted me up in his arms my breasts pressed to the thin cotton of his shirt and leads me unerringly into my bedroom. I don't think at the moment to pause and see the significance of this small detail.

He literally throws me down onto the bed. I lose my breath for a moment and I see his intense green eyes bore into mine before I can say a word he speaks in his sexy voice.

"You make me lose control. Do you know how long that's been? When this is done, I'm going to have to keep you."

I arch my brow and say nothing.

I'm nothing to him and I know I never will be, this is just a stolen moment in time, something that is meant to happen and I'm not afraid to live in this moment now that I have crossed the line.

He smiles at me then, a slow, easy grin that melts me deep inside and he arches his brow at me causing me to laugh to which he joins in.

I stand up on my knees reaching out to grasp the hem of his shirt pulling it up and over his head revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Leaning forward I kiss the rippled muscles up to his chest and for one moment I lay my head against his heart closing my eyes to hear the beating of it.

Marcus moves away slightly to place his hands on either side of my face gently lifting my eyes up to his. Wordlessly he strokes my face with one hand, his green eyes seem to glow in the muted darkness of my bedroom. Here alone in the dark, I feel like I am truly free, truly willing to give myself completely to this man. This beautiful god that has come surely from above to sweep me away. I can't think about when this is over or what will happen next, I understand that in the end we can never really be together, right?

I reach for the top button of his black jeans but he steps away from me and I literally groan at the loss of him.

"Lie back." He commands.

I move my body slightly to the side as I move back a step on my knees. I feel wary now for some reason, his tone hasn't changed but the mood between us has shifted ever so slightly.

"Do it."

When I hesitate yet again he steps up to the edge of the bed and in a quick movement his hand is about my throat and the suddenness of his movement forces me to fall back onto my ass and he pushes me down the rest of the way with the pressure of his hand on my throat until I lie on my back my knees up and spread with him between them. For some reason my first reaction is not to grab at his hand my arms lay at my side curiously passive.

"God, you are beautiful. So pliant...so mine." He leans forward placing his free hand down onto the bed beside my head while he releases my neck with his other hand running it down my sternum to grasp my aching breast. "You are even better than I ever dreamed." He drops his head and I feel his hot breath on my nipple and I arch my back silently begging him to lick me, suck me and he does.

Ever so slowly he reaches out his tongue his fully lick my nipple causing me to shudder at the slight raspiness of it when he suddenly places his mouth fully on me and sucks me deeply. I cry out at the intensity of the feeling, hot sparks of pleasure surge through me running from my breast to my cunt and I feel the hot pulses of pleasure in my cunt. He sucks me as I always wanted but could never really voice out to my ex-husband. I love to be sucked hard.

Marcus bites my nipple and that slight pain makes me jump slamming my hips up to his crotch where I feel his hardness trapped inside his jeans. The warmth from that area burns into me when he moves to give my other breast the same treatment I grind my pelvis into his.

"Yes." I moan.

He moves away from my breast grasping my hips in both his hands. "Oh no, we're not nearly there yet." His smoky sinful voice is the only thing I can cling to in the darkness.

Marcus begins to move my hips forcing me to turn over onto my stomach. I lie back feeling the softness of the cotton sheets against my wet nipples. I moan softly as Marcus runs his hands over my ass, he spanks me sharply, abruptly and I groan.

"I knew you'd love that." His voice filled with smug pride.

I look over my shoulder at him a wry half smile on my lips.

His hands run slowly from my ass up my back and down my ribcage back over my ass to the backs of my thighs his fingers digging in slightly with each movement. "You have such lovely, soft skin. I want to spend the rest of my life stroking you." His hands grasp my hips again pulling me up and back so that I settle my hot, now wet cunt against him. Marcus bends back over me his hand in my hair turning my face to the side I feel him kiss my neck, bite my shoulder hard then trace his tongue down my ribs. The sudden flashes of pain mixed with the sensual softness of his skin against mine are extremely erotic and stir me in ways I never knew possible. "Do you want this?"

My breath catches in my throat at his question.

Of course I want this, I want him.

He pulls my hair sharply and I cry out softly in surprise as sudden tears spring to my eyes.

His presses his lips to the column of my throat right at my pulse I feel the soft movement of them as he whispers so seductively. "Tell me. Beg me to take all your control away." He undulates his hips and I shudder at the flood of burning warmth from his hard cock still trapped in his jeans pressing against my flooding, wanting cunt.

It should stick in my craw to beg. I've never begged for a damn thing in my life ever. But I know he'll stop and I don't ever want him to stop.

My lips part.

I breathe in.

"P-please, Marcus...please...take all my control away."

He exhales sharply, his breath tickles my ear as it passes from his locked chest. "Beautiful Sheridan, I'd love to take you. Take everything from you until all you have is me."

He releases me moving away and I wonder at my sudden freedom for a moment before I turn around to face him. I lie back on my elbows, my knees up and spread open before him as I see him stand over me at the edge of my bed.

His hot gaze burns over my body to laser in on my cunt.

"Put your hands above your head and leave them there."

I obey and the move forces me to lie back completely. I feel his hot breath on my thighs, a soft kiss then a tender bite before that first hot wet lick from the opening of my cunt right up to my clit. The sensation is assaulting at first in its perfection.

I've had my cunt licked rarely before by my ex-husband but he had no real skill.

Just a few painful stabs at my clit before shoving his cock inside while I fisted my hands to endure the pain and turned my head away to pray for the end to come.

But this, this is slow and burns like warm honey flowing over me. Marcus licks me long and slow, kissing my tender cunt lips before repeating the same languid stroke. I find myself arching my back not to get away as I would normally do but to press into him. To give Marcus more access to me. My hands aren't clenched in pain anymore.

"Marcus," I whisper.

But he doesn't stop. I know instinctively he would never leave me unsatisfied.

He traps my tender clit between his soft lips and sucks causing shooting bolts of pleasure to race up my spine and before I can come down from that sensation he flicks my clit back and forth lazily, easily. I actually feel my cunt clench in need for the first time.

He begins to flutter his tongue over my clit and I feel myself begin to pant. The pleasure builds low in my pelvis, a hot flush rushing up from there to flush my neck and face. He sucks my clit suddenly into his mouth and I cry out arching my back at the sharp spike of pleasure, he calms me down with more lazy strokes down my clit to my cunt tasting just the inside before swirling back up.

I want more, I feel this strange desperation to have more of him. At the moment that thought passes through my mind Marcus inserts one finger to just the first knuckle into me causing me to sigh and shudder at the perfection of that moment.

He can read my mind. I'm convinced of it in that one second.

As he begins to suck my clit he eases his finger further into my sopping cunt and I feel him press up at the same time he sucks me hard and it's like a gunshot causing me to jerk and cry out as I feel the rippling sensation of my cunt contracting around his finger, my womb clenching and releasing so hard. It seems to last forever and Marcus is there licking me in that lazy way of his circling that spot in my cunt with his finger, licking the cum from my cunt.

I burst into tears.

Marcus has given me something that I never thought I would ever have, could ever do in my life.

I always felt broken, less than a woman because I couldn't force myself, make myself cum. And here, with him, it's so easy, like flipping a switch.

He moves away from me and pulls my hands away from my face using my arms to pull me up to him. He takes one hand away placing it under my chin tilting my face up to his. "Look at me."

Our eyes meet.

He moves my face to the side and in that same languid way he licked my cunt, he licks away my tears. He moves my face to the other side repeating the action. He puts me away from him slightly so we are face to face again.

"You're mine now. Say it."

I'm losing myself in his green eyes, eyes that burn me, see right into my soul.

I wonder in this moment if there is more of him now in me than there is of me.

He brings his free hand up and with the back of his knuckles he caresses my face; down my sharp cheekbone, over my lips.

"Say it."

I release a trapped breath.

"I'm yours."

And this is the one thing that I know to be true.

What the fuck happened? How the fuck did I get here?

And then he kisses me, comes down over me and I embrace him, his strength and heat. Nothing matters now, nothing at all.

I wrap myself around him all arms and legs enfolding him, pulling him into me and he sighs as he eases down relaxing into my embrace. He turns his face into my neck wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and we stay like that for several heartbeats. Connected.

The heat from his groin burns into my naked cunt and I want him there desperately. I roll my pelvis against the thick ridge feeling his heat ripple up my spine.

He lifts up from me looking into my eyes for a moment before he takes my lips, our tongues writhe and twist as he feeds my passion for him.

He pulls away suddenly and I'm left panting, watching as he moves off the bed to stand before me. Wordlessly his hands move to the fly of his jeans and with his eyes on mine he starts to undo it. I bite my lower lip letting our gaze break so I can survey the stunning view of the smooth skin of his hips as he lowers the pants, then the black hair that surrounds his groin before I can finally see his hard cock.

He steps out of the jeans merely standing before me letting me soak him in and the view is delicious.

His hips are sharply defined, his etched stomach ripples smoothly down to the nest of pubic hair. I sit up gently reaching out to touch him. Marcus is bigger than my ex-husband, thicker too and I blush at the thought.

I quickly look up at him to see if he noticed and see the small half smile on his face that lets me know he noticed. Looking back down I trace my fingertips along the veined surface to the bobbing head of his cock without a thought I bend down and lick him. I hear the sharp intake of his breath before I place him into my mouth.

He tastes good, I grasp him with my hand as I begin to move slowly licking and sucking hearing his small moans urge me to continue before I feel his hand on mine stopping me. I release him from my mouth looking up at him.

He moves his hand from mine to bury in my hair and he pulls me up to my knees again, the stinging pain in my scalp turns me on. With a swift flick of his hand he releases me while pushing me back so I end up supine on my bed quickly he follows me down his hands on my hips pulling me further, harder into him and I cry out as I feel his cock slide between my wet pussy lips.

He takes my wrists in one of his holding them above my head down on the mattress as with his other hand he positions his cock at my entrance.

Marcus looks up into my eyes and I can't look away.

In one hard, luxurious thrust he enters me.

Perfect, hard and bare.

My spine arches and I throw my head back crying out his name at the utter perfection of this moment. The sublime way he fills me, stretches me. He leaves me no doubt that in the end I was somehow always meant for him.

He stays still inside me for a moment allowing himself to savor my hot clasp before he begins to move.

Slowly, subtly he moves his hips as if he has all the time in the world to fuck me. The slow grinding of his hips pushes his pubic bone into my clit scraping it with his pubic hair causing me to jump and shake as bolts of pleasure run through me.

"Please Marcus," I pant crying out for more. I know Marcus can give me more.

"Is this not enough, Sheridan?" He pulls a fraction of an inch back and then slowly moves forward. "Hmm?" He grinds his pelvis into mine catching my clit and I'm so close to cumming again. I want to feel myself cum with Marcus inside me.

"No," I moan.

Marcus leans down to kiss my throat then whispers in my ear his voice causing skitters to race up my spine. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me, Marcus. Make me cum all over you." I whisper.

He groans pulling away as he straightens his arm still holding me down. His other hand goes to my clit making those lazy circles drawing the fire inside me, making my pussy wetter, softer, more open to him. I literally feel myself opening for him.

At that moment of my submission he begins to fuck me relentlessly. Hard thrusts with deep penetration that I had before this never liked and found painful but with Marcus I found myself crying out for more pushing up to meet his savage thrusts begging for him to go harder, deeper into me.

He moves that hand from my clit slipping it underneath my ass to angle my hips up holding me there as he continues to pound into me. This new angle hits that same spot in my cunt as before and I literally scream at the sharp deep pleasure that his cock rubbing against that spot brings. In seconds the pleasure breaks over me and I'm jerking in his arms feeling my cunt clench down tightly over his thick cock rhythmically stroking him, the pleasure is so intense as Marcus continues to fuck me through the spasms of pleasure prolonging my release.

"Oh my fucking god, Sheridan." Marcus cries out plunging into me wildly now as I start to come down I feel Marcus' cock jerk and spasm as he cums deep inside me. I bring my knees up locking them around his waist trapping him close to me. I move one arm out of Marcus' loosened grip on my wrists and with my free hand I reach up to place it behind his neck urging him down on top of me bringing his head down to the crook of my neck where I hear him breathing hard.

I don't know what to think or do or say. So I just lay there holding Marcus above me and inside me not wanting to let this moment end.

This right here, I think, this, feels like real love. If Marcus were to leave me I would shatter, I wouldn't be able to go on like before.

The thought is scary and sobering.

I caress his neck and rub my cheek against his silky damp hair. After a long moment Marcus releases my other arm he props himself up on his elbows looking into my eyes. He looks sad for moment and I wonder at it, almost speak before I feel him move to caress my face with one hand he dips his head down to place his lips to my ear.

"Go to sleep, my love." He whispers he moves his body then slowly withdrawing from me to move to my side cradling me close to him.

I don't think that I can but in moments of feeling him curl up to me his scent and heat becoming a cocoon around me I fall into the darkness and succumb.

The morning light is harsh as it streams directly into my eyes. I groan and begin to stretch feeling the sheets caress my naked body.

Naked! I think sitting up quickly feeling a sharp sizzle of pain from my cunt. My hand cups my cunt unconsciously as the events of last night play through my head.

"Holy shit." I turn my head to the other side of the bed but see nothing. My bedroom is empty.

"Marcus," I call out but I hear no sounds coming from the other areas of the house.

I get up from the bed wincing at sore muscles and my abused cunt as thoughts of last night replay in my head I feel myself wanting him again, my cunt moistening for him.

I step into the living room. "Marcus," I call again seeing my cut t-shirt and panties on the floor. It wasn't a dream. I can see the proof of it before my eyes but without Marcus here beside me it all seems unreal still.

As I search the house I don't find a trace of him and it leaves me bereft and slightly broken inside.

What did I expect, I chide myself as I look into the mirror after a long hot shower, that he would want to stay with you? Be with you forever? This is the real world. You both had fun, he made you cum and that was it.

I sigh pushing away from the sink I crawl back into the bed with the sheets that smell of him and close my eyes.

The next week I bury myself in work and I never hear from Marcus. I run the same path with a hopeful heart desperate to see him again but I never do.

That weekend is my half marathon. Over three hours later my friend and I cross the finish line. I can't believe I made it and the first person that I think of to share my joy with is Marcus.

But he isn't there.

I swallow my sadness and enjoy the day with my friend. It is late when I get home the house is dark and empty and I sigh as I enter locking the door behind me. My legs feel shaky as I think of nothing but a hot shower and then a long sleep where Marcus will hopefully not appear in my dreams as he usually does taunting me with his body, fucking me until I scream his name, making me cum even in my sleep.

"You have to stop this." I say to my reflection in the mirror running my comb through my wet hair a towel wrapped about me.

I can't continue to obsess over Marcus. I have to put that event behind me.