Marked In Steam - Sex Stories

Marked In Steam

... you and I will know the existence of, a mark that will always stay with you. A mark to ensure that anyone else who takes you will be a faint whimper when compared to the deafening echoes we've made in each other. I want everything in you to shiver when you think of me, for you to remember this animal you've made. I want it all to be carved into your mind. The sound of flesh smacking against wet flesh. The way I nuzzle into your neck and smile when your head tilts to welcome me. When my teeth sink down. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark you as mine. Sometimes it's not enough to leave the message inside. Sometimes you have want it imprinted where everyone can see. I want you to never forget the way I occupy you like no one else can, touch places deeper inside at the exact force and pace you crave. To never forget how you never need to tell me how to explore, how to ignite you. All I've ever needed as a map is my own desire for you, to let instinct interpret and follow your every signal. Like when your legs widen just a little more for my arm to curl around you and massage your clit. The extra heat makes your smooth nub even more sensitive, this tiny nexus of the achy currents that shoot throughout you. I feel your hand rest over mine and apply more pressure. Saying to use more force, to not let go. My free hand becomes greedy. Its appetite for your body, ceaseless. Fingers roll along your nipples and squeeze. My hand is around your throat, not to choke, but to ...

... hold you steady during each deep thrust. My palm runs along your spine, up and down, nails dragging along that beautiful pale canvas. I've created an atlas you will conceal with clothes later on; a living map that tells of our secret time here. Part of me wants to say how much I've missed and needed you. That I almost hate you for leaving but hate myself more for not doing anything to stop you. There is so much to say that we never form words for and pass along. In that sense, you and I are one and the same. We pull others so very close to us without warning them of the cold and dark things in us that will push them away, possibly hurt them beyond consolation. You and I have always communicated best together in places like this. Behind a locked door, bodies locked together on your small bed. In the claustrophobic confines of a parked car late at night, merged. In the steamy womb of a shower where, as everyone else is still sleeping off last night's liquor, we're all motion. Almost rabid. Bodies turned to pure harmonious lust. Your moans reverberate with so much more force in this enclosed space. The impact of skin from each thrust vibrates through the floor and us. I impale myself deeper inside you once I feel you beginning to shudder and pulsate around me. I go faster, nearly as close as you are to release. You cry out for me to go harder and I never relent, pumping your sex into a flood of ecstasy. When you clench around me and your knees start to tremble, my arms become a ...