Part 17 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
The next day, at 5:00 p.m. Neshe called Snama on the cell phone and apologetically explained to her that he would be held up until late, and that she perhaps ought to retire at a good time rather than try to wait up. He could not predict how long he would be delayed.
And so she did. She lay naked under the covers, choosing to sleep tonight in the guestroom, in order to ensure that Neshe get good rest this night.
She was cozily propped up on her pillows, buried in a book. She did not know what time it was when he knocked on the door, but she knew before opening it that it would be him.
She rose from the bed, quickly wrapped her shawl, a light gold lame wonder, around herself, and opened the door. It was him. He did look exhausted and she told him so outright.
"Darling I am" he sighed so heavily.
Still in his clothes from work ... he had come straight in the house to her door. He held forth a sprig of jasmine obviously hand picked from a garden along the way. "May I come in?"
"Of course Neshe" she welcomed, opening the door to him. "Come in and relax with me." She took the sprig of jasmine and closing her eyes inhaled it's sweetness, his sweetness, then lay it on one of the pillows on the bed.
He smiled in obvious gratitude and walked into the room. He removed his jacket and hung it neatly on the back of a chair. He loosend his tie and removed it. Next the shirt.
"Stop" Snama said. "Come sit on the bed."
He did.
Snama let go of her shawl and draped it over the lampshade, muting the room. She knelt at his feet and removed his shoes and socks. She then lifted his feet onto the bed and pushed him gently back onto the pillows.
Snama climbed up on the bed and lay down with him. She held out her hand and stroked his hair. Tonight, she saw him boyish. Fatigued, slightly vulnerable; this Neshe and his many levels.
She ran the tip of her index finger nail from Neshe's scalp, down the center of his forhead, the bridge of his nose, over his lips, stopping to smile in each place and trade words with Neshe.
Snama traced a line on his forehead and said "la tête". Neshe repeated, then said "maththa" and Snama repeated.
She moved her lips to his right eye, gently nibbling at the eyelid, softly whispering "Une oeil" feeling a slight pulsing beneath her lips. "Akhkh" he responded.
"Akhkh" she repeated the new and beautiful sound. She kissed his other eyelid and told him "Une oeil is one eye, les yeux is two."
The nose. She drew her nail down. "Le nez" she offered. "Nak" he exchanged.
She smiled as her finger tip reached his mouth. "La bouche", and as he repeated, she leaned in the middle of the word, his mouth formed beautifully for the slip of her tongue.
"Munhh" he spoke into her open mouth on his. "Munhh" she said as she kissed with eager lips.
Snama pulled away and smiled with a naughty sparkle in her eyes, reached between her legs with her hand and hid her fingers from Neshe's view. She laid her body ontop of his.
With these fingers, she covered the shape his mouth, completely applying the shine from between her legs to his lips....
Lips. "Les lèvres"
"Mmm" he hummed..."Les lèvres" "Hontt" He sucked her fingers for a quick nip, and she drew them away quickly, crying out "OW!"
She took his hands into his and held them just above his head on the pillow, her breasts pressing into his chest, her tongue licking clean his lips.
"Bite me will you?" she pressed up on her arms, still holding his hands above his head, her breasts now dangling above his mouth.
Slowly, very slowly, without breaking eye contact with Neshe, she lowered her nipple to his mouth, and before his mouth could react she pulled back and said "No biting."
Neshe's eyes. Those black hypnotic depths, contrasted with the sharp white orbs, and wrapped in a deep almond shaped arched fringe of black lashes.
Almost stunned was Snama. But her gaze into his eyes was fixed, her upperhand was the smile with which her eyes received his penetration.
Her bait was her other breast, dangled now above his lips.
This time, she did not pull away, and he kissed softly. He began to suck, but she did not lower, and he had to suck hard to keep the nipple in his mouth as she slowly drew back.
When the nipple popped from his lips, his face jumped up and his jaw snapped at the nipple, but not catching it.
Snama gasped! "No biting I said!"
She held herself straddled across the naked skin of his upper abdomen, his trousers still buckled and zipped. Her hands still pinning him, she crawled, one knee sliding alongside his torso after the other, until the ticklish curls of her pubis barely brushed his chin.
The challenge of the eye hold had still not been won. Neither had let go of their intense and daring gaze.
A smile, a brilliantly satisfied smile broke Neshe's face and he closed his eyes quite slowly and deliberately, and jumped up with his mouth and bit her mound more than playfully.
"OW!" Snama's hands flew in shock to her sex to cover the pain and protect herself from further of his dangerous animal moves.
With her distraction, Neshe moved into total control, taking her by the shoulder with one hand and her hip with another,throwing her flat on her back with himself on top and between her spread legs.
In one fell move he had reversed the tide. The game of eye control began again. But this time, it took on a different form.
Snama was looking down and away, Neshe's face so close above hers.
"Look at me Snama." She raised her eyes in fear from the bottom and looked him in the eye. She swallowed deeply.
"No biting? Are you sure?" he asked her directly. His voice was gentle but clearly dominant.
Her lashes lowered and her cheeks flushed.
"Look at me Snama." She grimaced then opened her eyes with a flare of anger at the nostrils and the eyes.
As soon as her eyes connected he asked her again.
"Are you sure?" he pierced her and her lashes needed to lower.
"Look at me Snama. Answer. Are you sure?"
She opened her eyes and answered in honesty "No." Then closed her eyes again so she could hide.
"You are not sure. I am going to make you sure right now. You must answer Biting or No Biting. You can change your answer at any time by telling me and that's the way it will be. Now answer."
"Look at me Snama. Answer. Answer so we both know." He spoke gently and firmly, and with his final statement she felt safe enough to open her eyes to him and they pleaded through his eyes to his heart for her safety as she answered.
"Biting."
Neshe took her from there in a raw lustful fuck, and both received and relieved crashing waves of pressures and tensions with the other. His way, and her way, coming together. Coming. Together.
Afterward, he rolled off her, and lay beside her in his arm. The side of her white breast next to his lips. She was still recovering her breath, when he sunk his teeth into the flesh of her breast and bit with a slow but ever increasing pressure.
Snama closed her eyes. She began to breathe deeply. She examined the sensation of the pain as long as she could stand it. She traced the pain signals until the track slowly overpowered her, a scream building in her throat.
But before she could cry out at the pain she could no longer control, he released the grip of his teeth and began licking and blowing on the wound.
Over and over he soothed the same bite mark he had himself inflicted.
He'd had her that close; brought her split seconds from the edge of screaming.
"NO BITING!!"
They both fell asleep with him licking and sucking her wound.
Her wound.
Inflicted by him at his will by her want.
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