The Cage Sessions(21)

We sit there for what feels like a very long time but it's probably only a couple of minutes or so. My hand still rests on his thigh. He puts his right hand on top of mine.

Then he pulls me into him and kisses me. Our tongues meet.

It's the most perfect moment I ever remember. A melding of spirits. A touching of souls.

He grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist. Standing up, he carries me to the bed. Then he throws me down and leaps on top of me.

He hovers above me, stroking my forehead and my hair.

We stay like that for a while, just staring into each other's eyes.

I could do this forever. Sex is sex, but staring into his eyes and communicating so deeply with this man is the answer to all of my dreams.

I'm not afraid. I truly understand him. He's no killer. He's a hurt, tortured man. I can't even say that I wouldn't have pulled the trigger myself.

He kisses me softly. Through his kisses, I feel his pain. I get who he really is.

It's hard to explain, but it's like I travel through him.

He is no longer the boy whose poster was on my wall. Don't even know who that was. That was some rock star.

This is a man. A flesh-and-blood man who loves.

Who is loved.

His lips touch mine.

I close my eyes.

The weight of his body presses down on me with a hot and heavy warmth. I know we have a flight to catch, but I don't care. Another night in this place would be worth it.

Oh fuck, a thousand nights in this place would be worth it. I so need him. I so need this.

He launches his mouth with its hot breath down my neck. My head snaps back as his hands find my lower back, lifting the center of me upwards into him. Through his pants I feel his perfect cock erect and ready.

But it's okay.

I know he'll probably stop at the last second like he did two nights ago.

It's okay.

I'll take what I can get.

Because I'm going to save this man. I'm going to free him from his pain.

With patience and perseverance.

Over time.

However long it takes.

Oh God.

He's licking the spot between my breasts.

Oh MY God!

My hands find his sides, strumming his taut abdominal muscles all the way around to his back.

Fuck, he hasn't worked out in days but those back muscles are like iron shelves!

How does he do it?

Actually God, it's you. You created this. You created this perfect man. I don't know if you're really there. I don't know if your name is Jehovah like my mom preaches, but if you're there... whatever you are... whoever you are...

Good job!

Thank you!

Thank you for this man.

With his unbelievable intelligence wrapped in this sinewy powerful frame. Which if it doesn't fuck me is okay.

It's okay.

Really.

It's okay.

He rips my dress open. Daringly, I hadn't worn a bra today. What can I say? The local atmosphere got to me.

Oh!

Glad I didn't.

Because that was his top teeth grazing over my right nipple.

Fuck!

I tried.

I tried not to let her get all activated and launch-prepped.

But my girl has a mind of her own.

She's running a tap down there.

Okay, looks like Annika is going to be a frustrated bowl of horny jelly girl all over the plane seat. Because I know he's not going to fuck me.

He's not ready.

That's what he said the other day.

Right?

Now his mouth is at my belly button. He sticks his tongue in.

God, I want to scream!

Shit, maybe I should be the one to stop this. I swear I'm going to have to run in the bathroom and rub another one out when he says he can't go through with it.

Funny, he doesn't seem to be stopping.

Could he...?

Can he...?

Is he going to...?

I can't even allow myself the comfort of the thought. Two nights ago he couldn't. Nothing has changed.

Wait.

No.

Something has changed. I told him I'm with him fully. That I love Marcellina too. That I get him. That I'm with him one hundred percent.

That's different, isn't it?

No, I can't allow myself to entertain the thought.

No.

Not even for a split second.

Damien's hot breath is at my crotch.

Can't help it.

I buck, shoving my girl into his face.

Well, actually... she's in charge now. Shoving her own self into his face.

Don't blame her. It's a fucking awesome face.

I reach down and slither my fingers through his black hair with blond highlights. Like flames.

Mmmmmmmmmm...

Oh God, they're talking.

Him and my girl.

He's with her down there.

Oh God, I can't get too excited. Can't let it happen.

Can't.

Let.

It.

Happen.

Tooooooooo fucking late.

My clit is on fire.

Damien rips my dress open, exposing my panties.

Fuck! What am I going to wear on the plane? That was my last clean outfit.

His teeth grab the elastic at the top and pull them down. He grunts as he does so.

Next thing I know his tongue is dancing all over my girl's lips.

Checkmark.

CHECK!

MARK!

Oh there it is. Oh my God yes. Oh my fucking God yes.

Damien Cage's tongue on my pussy lips is music. There is a rhythm.