Her Love Knows No Bounds
He stumbled through the door, clumsy, and drunk. He really did try and be quiet, but it was no use, she had already been lying in bed, awake, and waiting. As he made his way wearily down the hallway, she flipped on the light and he squinted up at her, partially covering his sweaty face from the harsh intrusion. Her eyes penetrated him, and he knew he had some explaining to do – or so he thought.
Such wasn’t the case on this night.
He took a few more steps and stumbled straight into her arms. Her eyes softened as she helped him back up and took him into the bedroom. She knew why he wanted to escape his thoughts with drugs and alcohol, she just wished he’d find another coping method. She found her solace in him, and took care of him at his very worst. Her love knew no bounds. She knew he lied, cheated, and did things behind her back. She didn’t care. He always came home to her, brought true love with him, and that (seemingly) was enough.
On this particular night, he needed more comfort than usual. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. So, as he drank away his emotions and sought to hide, she consoled him with an offering of flesh. Her hot breath on his neck, she kissed him softly, and smelled the alcohol coming straight from his pores. Her lips brushed his jawline and she brought his mouth down to hers in a breathy kiss. She thought she might be the one intoxicated.
He brought his hands up to cup her face and passionately pulled her closer, kissing her harder. They fell onto the bed simultaneously. As he clumsily crawled on top of her, she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her low and full breasts beneath. He leaned down and wrapped his mouth around her nipple as he cupped the breast and tugged upward – making her cry out. She arched her back and her head tilted back, eyes flickering, taking in the pleasure.
He kissed his way back up to her lips and kissed her softly as he unbuttoned her jeans, and she wiggled them off onto the floor. She was now completely naked before him. He watched her closely, painting a drunken picture in his mind as he slowly undressed. A night he tried to forget – but now wanted to remember this sight, her raw, and wet, before him.
His adonis now in complete display, she sat up and looked up at him with “want you” eyes. Keeping steady eye contact, she took him in her mouth. After a few seconds, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste. Her love knows no bounds.He grabs her hair and tilts his head back in pure extacy.
It isn’t two minutes and he decides that rather than releasing in her mouth, he wants to be inside of her. Now, slightly more sober, forcing his way into conciousness, he pulls her away from him and gently pushes her on the bed as he climbs on top of her once more, this time, to enter her moist middle.
As he slides into her silken flesh, she moans and grabs onto his muscular back and pulls him deeper within her. He begins driving it into her harder, sloppy, but with definitive rhythm. Neither of them grasped the concept of time at that point, completely lost in each other and in the heat of passion. When they both found themselves in climax together, it was magical. He fell down on her in exhaustion and she curled up next to him as they both drifted away into a dream of one another.