Art And Untamed

I have never, and I mean never, had sex like this before. 

This… this was art. 

It was something wild, untamed. We were like two beasts in heat, and there was beauty in that wildness. Freedom. None of us was trying to maintain a mask or a façade. We were absolutely drunk on pleasure, and we were pursuing nothing but that. 

Both our walls were stripped away, and nothing existed outside this room. Outside this bed. It was just us. It was just the two of us and this wild pleasure born between us. 

I drove my hips forward, slamming into her, my front slapping into her ass, the sound loud and sharp, echoing in my ears like a gunshot. 

“Ah, Jackson!” Siri was moaning really loudly, her voice hoarse. “That’s it! Just like that! Don’t stop! Don't you dare stop!”

“I don't plan to stop until my dick is covered in your climax,” I growled as I slammed into her.

“Even then, don't stop!”

Ah, fuckkkk. 

After that, not a single word was said. It was just wild fucking, our loud moans and groans. 

Siri didn't stop throwing her ass back. She was a force to be reckoned with. She was like a wild stallion, free, and couldn't be tamed. 

I wanted to see her face. I wanted to see what face she had on while I fucked her as if my life depended on it, but I couldn't. 

Because of the way I was feeling, one look at her face and I would fall apart. I would break into countless pieces, and I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would fall on my knees and beg her to give her heart to me. I would plead until my voice grew hoarse. I would confess to her how much I've fallen, how she had me in the palms of her hands. 

I would fall apart, and I wouldn't be able to put myself back together. So I couldn't. I couldn't see her face right now. 

“I’m close, Siri,” I cried as her walls kept clenching around me, and I didn't think it was possible, but she was getting wetter. She was so wet that it felt slippery in there, and the sounds it was making… It was dirty, arousing, unfit for ears that weren't ours. “Cum with me, Siri!”

“I’m there!” she responded, her voice raspy. “I’m there. Fuck!” 

Her walls clenched down on my dick, trapping me, and I roared as I buried myself in her to the end, my head thrown back. Both our bodies shook, her walls spasming around me, milking every drop out of me. It was so intense that for a second, it felt like I blacked out. My dick pulsed in her, giving her everything I had. My body trembled like I was convulsing, broken sounds escaping my lips.

It was magical. God, it was bloody magical. 

The last of my orgasm slipped out with a jerk of my hips, and I pulled out, dropping on the bed beside her. 

I stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, my chest rising and falling heavily. She lay beside me, breathing heavily. 

We didn't say a word. Just lay there in quietness and darkness, our scent mixed together, so goddamn intoxicating. 

“Damn…” Siri breathed.

I scoffed. “Well said.” 

She turned to me. “You think you can get it up again?”

I turned to her with a smirk. “Let’s find out.”

~.~

The shower was the only sound filling the bathroom as I loosened her braid, ran my hand through it, and let water run over it. She stood with her back pressed to my chest, making a contented sound as I slowly massaged her scalp and the back of her neck.

“I’m beat,” she muttered. 

“I’m worse.”

We had fucked three more times after that. We fucked until it felt like my dick was going to peel off. Until our scents merged. Until I didn't know where I stopped and she began.

“That was the best sex I've had all my life,” she said as I washed the soap off her hair.

“Likewise, love.”

She turned her head, looking up at me with a smirk, and my heart kicked violently against my ribcage. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I scoffed. 

She looked away, but not before I saw her smirk grow. “Good.” 

I shook my head with a grin. 

After I was done washing her, I turned off the shower, took her hand, and was about to dry her, but she shook her head, making my eyebrows furrow. 

“No,” she said as she picked up the soap and then came to stand behind me. “I’m washing you, too.”

My throat tightened, and I was glad she couldn't see my face. 

I didn't want this night to end. 

Fuck, it was going to be painful going to bed, and then hearing her say I needed to stay on my side of the bed. Or in the morning, when the old Siri was back, putting up walls between us. 

I wanted to stay in this moment, and I never wanted it to end. She washed me silently, her small hands all over my body. I chuckled when she squeezed my ass.

“It’s a nice ass,” she defended, even though I didn't say anything. 

“Is it, now?”

“Hmm-mm.” 

When it was time for her to wash my hair, I had to squat down. As I felt her thighs pressed into my back and her hands massaging my scalp, I felt… helpless. Helpless because when she put her walls back up, there was nothing I could do about it. After showing me this sweet side, I would be left wanting more. Wanting more than she will ever give me. 

After washing up, we dried each other off in silence, like it was something we were used to. Then we moved back into the bedroom to get dressed, and my heart dropped.

Well, it was good while it lasted. 

I climbed onto my side of the bed, getting under the covers. I turned off the lights.

“Good–”

My words ended in a choked gasp as I felt her roll over and glue her body to my side. She raised one leg and threw it over mine, placing her head on my chest, and her arm across my middle. 

I froze completely, blinking up at the darkness.

“Good night, Jackson,” she muttered with a voice thick with sleep.

I swallowed to push the rock down my throat. I held her waist, burying my other hand in her hair, and just left it there. I rested my chin on top of her head, closing my eyes. 

“Good night, love.”