Taking You
A short erotic story.
©2005 By PJ Smith
On this cool night, I come to you after one in the morning. You’re sleeping in nothing, your blanket thrown to the floor in a pile, your cotton sheets wrapped around one leg and hanging in a twisted mass off the side of your mattress. Must have been quite a dream. You stir as I sit on your windowsill. I take care that my long, exaggerated shadow doesn’t fall upon your pale, naked body as I watch you sleep. It is dark, and I can see you as if you’re illuminated by the sun’s rays. I can see your eyes move beneath their lids. I can see your chest move ever so slightly over your beating heart. I can see the blood coursing through your veins through your nearly translucent epidermis. How I long to touch you.
I swiftly drop to your floor on both feet, not making a sound. I am in my element in the dark like this, as it isn’t dark at all to me. I am stealthy and feline-like and my senses are heightened. I can smell traces of your perfume, perhaps drifting in the air from the sleek violet dress you wore earlier in the evening. I feel warmth coming from your body, and I have a strong desire to be next to you, feeling that warmth close to my own skin. At that moment, I decide that you are to be mine. You will no longer be a fantasy in the night, but truly mine. And I shall be yours from this moment on.
I kneel beside your bed. I want to savor the sight of you and take in this last sight of you in night’s slumber. After this evening the night will be your playground and your protection. As if time is frozen, my eyes wander over your nude and vulnerable body, visually inhaling you and contemplating every dimple, every curve, every follicle, every cell.
The time has come, and now you will no longer be the woman you saw in the mirror. No longer will you feel the warm sun on your beautiful pale skin. No longer will you be a slave to the corporate grind. In a mere heartbeat I rise up beside you and lunge at your throat. My teeth ripping through the soft tissue and tearing at the nerves and arteries and veins, slashing through the muscles. Your hot crimson blood coats my face and penetrates me like poisonous fire. I feel you inside me and I sense in one instant everything you’ve ever felt. Every tear, every pinprick, every orgasm, every sweet smell. All at once I am consumed by your very essence and you are a part of me, and I am now forever a part of you.
You jerk from your sleep screaming and you see me standing over your soaked and broken body. Somehow you know that you aren’t whole anymore, though you feel a new energy surging through your veins, feeding your lifeless body as if it had a thousand times more life then it did before. You lurch out at me, knocking me to the floor and pin my shoulders with your knees. It’s dark in this room still, and your new sense of vision cuts through it like a floodlight. You look down into my eyes and realize at that very second that I have given you this new life. In a fit of rage you tear at my chest with your fingernails, hardened by the new life surging through you. Your anger is halted immediately by my gaze. As I look up at you I speak to you as only our kind can. You know now that you belong to me, and I am now responsible for you.
I’ve seen this night a thousand times, and this time it is real, and it’s more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Taking you in the night like this, instead of just sitting on your windowsill at night fantasizing about it. I grab your waist and I throw you down to the floor beside me and my hands burn on your skin, the passion flowing like is hasn’t done in all of my lifetimes. My torn shirt falls to my waist as I rise to an upright position. I stand and let my pants fall to the floor next to you. I reach down and pull you to your feet, and let my lips fall like moonlight on the newly healed skin of your neck. I kiss you like I always longed to. You move to your bed and I follow, and I stand there and look down on you for a mere moment. I reach down to your knee and lift it, sliding my hands down to your ankle, placing your foot on my shoulder. I kiss a trail of goose bumps down the inside of your calf, brush my lips past your knee, and take my sweet time feeling your soft thigh on my lips. When I reach your beautiful blossom, I feel the heat on my lips. I feel the moisture on the tip of my tongue as I taste you. I feel your thigh brushing the side of my face as I savor your sweet nectar. My hands explore as much of you as they can while I drive through this sensory scenery. As my tongue has it’s way with you, I feel your hips rhythmically swaying to a silent musical cadence and I feel them speed up as an internal thunderstorm pours you into my mouth and onto the bed sheets. I must be inside of you now, and you feel the same.
Your instincts take over and you turn me over onto your bed in one magnificent motion. You climb on top of me and lower your face to my chest, nibbling and flicking your tongue at my erect nipple, taking the time to look up at my face. You ease yourself down and in an instant, I’m inside of you. You take complete control over me and you are like a large wild cat, devouring her prey. You grind into me, using me, taking me inside. You’re gyrating to that same cadence, that rhythm, that instinctual dance. Leaving me breathless, you use my body to bring you to climax, and you want more, and I can’t deny you that. You’ve had your way with me, and I’ve made you mine, and we both sense that the night is coming to an end. I draw your drapes and we lay together, and drift off to sleep the daylight away.
