Patterns

Within the droplets of rain brushing against my skin, I can feel you. You're either waiting to quench my thirst, or drown me in another reckless mistake. I'll take the latter. You're too important to ignore. At least, that's what my body keeps telling me whenever you're around. Like now, as I see you emerge from your cab and walk up the steps to my home, soaking wet in a sundress and full of determination as you approach me. Do you feel it? I'm coming alive, just to fall apart. Our usual pattern is repeating itself once again.

"You're supposed to be gone." I tell you, as you shake off some of the water from your dark brown hair. The same hair I wanted to tug, so I could bring you closer to me.

"Haven't you noticed we both like breaking promises?" you counter and that smart mouth of yours infuriates me. Enough for me to feel my dick jump in response. I catch you smirking, and that's how I know you've always known what you do to me.

"Let's get you dried up." I offer, holding the door open for you, using my manners as my last saving grace before I jump right into another wild ride with you. You hesitate at first. It's in your nature to doubt every word I say. But I don't blame you. It's my fault you can't trust anyone.

I step closer to you this time, and hold your waist steady before I run my nose along your cheek, hoping it would soften you up enough to let me take care of you. Once I feel your body relax against mine, I pick you up into my arms and carry you inside. We're hidden from the rain now, but the storm is far from over.

I set you down once we enter my living room and I watch you look around the room, taking in every detail, noticing every crack in the wall I haven't bothered to patch up. That's how you read people. You scan for the flaw they haven't bothered to fix before you decide if you were strong enough to embrace it. I'm glad to see you haven't changed much since the last time we went down this road.

Bringing my attention back to reality, I walk down the hallway, and reach into the linen closet for a clean towel. They all smell like lavender. They all smell like you. I hand it to you, and wait for the first bullet to come out of your mouth.

"You really should stop looking at me like that. It doesn't help." you claim, and I can't help but laugh. Don't you know I couldn't stop looking at you even if I clawed my eyes out? I'd still be able to remember every inch of your face, your body, your touch. You've marked yourself so deeply inside of me, I'm not sure if I'd ever find anything that could make me forget you. Both a blessing and a curse if you asked me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, because I needed to know if there was a chance neither of us would have the opportunity to hurt each other tonight. We've done enough of that recently and it was exhausting.

"I need you to sign the papers. Then we'll both be free." you respond sharply, as if your abrasiveness isn't something I was used to by now. You're forgetting your honest lips are what made me addicted to you.

"Signing them won't make a difference. We'll still have to sit on what we've done to each other." I remind you, as I step closer and take the towel away from you, placing it on the armchair beside you.

"I can't breathe around you anymore." you tell me, shooting that spear straight into my gut. I get it. You weren't made for this kind of love. The kind that consumed so much of you, you barely recognized yourself anymore. I'd tell you I felt the same, if it were true. I couldn't imagine going through this pain without you.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" I reply with more edge in my tone than intended, and reach into your bag for the divorce papers you've brought with you.

"Don't do that. Don't make this about me."

"It's always about you." I exclaim, reaching into my pocket for a pen. When I didn't find one, I cursed and threw the papers onto the floor. I was being a child. I knew that. But you weren't listening. You didn't bother to. Your mind was made up and there was little to no chance of me changing it.

"I shouldn't have come here." you realize, but you make no effort to leave. You merely stand beside me, placing your palm on my arm as if consoling me with affection, and looking at me with a hint of the love you used to have for me, would fix this. It only made it worse.

"I'm glad you did." I say before I push you up against the wall and capture your lips with mine. Once you gave up trying to fight the inevitable, you groaned into my mouth, and your hands made their way into my pants. I was hard the moment you stepped out of the cab and I was harder now that you've taken my cock in your hands. You stroke me straight into madness, making me wish I hadn't provoked you. I grab a hold of your ass and spank it before I dip my fingers into your damp panties.

You're already wet for me, soaking my fingers with your juices, making my balls hurt from the need I have to fuck you. Of course you make it worse by taking me into your mouth, sucking on me until I had no choice but to bend you over the arm of my sofa, and drive right into your wet opening. You tighten your inner walls around me on purpose, and I smirk as I reach to tug at your ponytail. You gasp lightly as I begin to drill into you, in and out, the tip of my cock hitting your g-spot every time. You sigh, and you shout. You hate me and then you love me. Another pattern we seem to keep repeating.

I pull down the straps of your dress, so I can grab a hold of your breasts as I thrust into you from behind. My thumbs and forefingers pinch and pull at your nipples, hardening them to my liking. My mouth waters for a taste of them, so I pull out of you and turn you around. Starting a trail of kisses on your lips, I make my way down to your perfect tits, then take turns taking each of your nipples into my mouth. I suck on them, just like you sucked on my cock, like you couldn't get enough of it, then continued kissing down your curves.

I squeeze at your thick thighs and hips, and bring one of your legs over my shoulder so I could taste how wet you are for me. My tongue and lips hold your clit hostage, making your legs quiver around me as I circle my tongue over your sensitive nub. Your knees grow weak, but I keep them steady as I feel you about to come for me. I suck and roll my tongue until I feel you clamp around me, your body shaking as your sweet nectar squirts into my mouth and all over my face. I rub your juices up against your mound to keep it as wet as possible before I pull away and ram my cock straight into you again. We both curse out loud as I plunge in and out of you, your body writhing and slithering against mine as I begin to feel your inner walls pull at my dick. My hot seed spills into you the moment I feel all life leave me, as if you'd just finished breaking a dam restricting a large amount of water, freeing it of its pent up frustration, as I pump every last inch of my come inside of your womb.

You feel too good to let go, but I know I have to. Despite our bodies not wanting me to, and our hearts filling with dread at the thought of saying goodbye again, until the next time you show up at my door, reciprocating the same broken cycle we've built together.