How to be Wild

[WretchRoad]

All thought and meaning condensed down to the way he ravished her swollen little bud.

It wasn't her first time, but it was her first time feeling like this. Like the weather in her body was changing into something warmer and more tumultuous at the same time, and it wasn't only because of what he did with his mouth. It was the way his eyes watched her over the curve of her body, the fact that it was him between her legs, making her feel this way.

She bucked again, her ankles crossing behind his neck. "Daniel... " she rasped, loving the way his name felt on her tongue, "I'm so close."

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel knew she was getting close even before she verbalized it. He could feel it in the way her body trembled, the tension in her legs, and her fingers in his hair.

She was now sopping wet, and her juices ran freely down his chin, her intoxicating flavor coating his tongue.

"Cum for me," he whispered to her, between the firm steady strokes of his tongue. He could feel her muscles contracting, her whole body tensing as she approached her climax.

 

[WretchRoad]

Every lap of his tongue was met with a desperate, hungry grind.

His words yanked her over the edge, fingers gripping his hair as her mouth dropped open in a strangled cry that filled the kitchen. Her thighs clamped tight around his ears. Her body went taut as a bowstring before a sudden, violent shudder.

The seconds stretched while she went weightless, sinking back into the table. Each slight movement of his mouth making her twitch all over again.

Then all of a sudden she was up, reaching for him, eager to taste herself on his lips.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel sank back into the chair as Ash sprang into his lap, filled with a feral lust. They kissed with desperate passion, as if trying to devour each other.

He felt the wet heat of her groin against him, grinding against his manhood through his pants. Daniel attempted a delicate balancing act, staying locked onto Ash's enthusiastic lips while attempting to free his hungry cock.

Through blind awkward motions he managed to finally shimmy out of his sweatpants and was immediately greeted by the incredible sensation of her wet slit sliding against his rock hard shaft. He shuddered, and groaned into her mouth.

After the third time feeling her dripping lips slide against him he couldn't take any more.

"Ride me," he said, his eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy.

 

[WretchRoad]

She answered with a low "mmhmm..." vibrating into neck as she trailed kisses from the edge of his lips down to his collar.

But first she wanted to feel him, to know the shape of him in her hand. She balanced on her knees at either side of him and reached between them, wrapping her hand around his length. Ash watched, enthralled by the way his features shifted when she squeezed, then stroked him from root to head.

"Like this?" she murmured as she lined him up, teasing them both with just his tip resting against her slick opening. She lingered there for agonizing seconds before slowly, carefully lowering herself onto him, an inch at a time.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

He let out a shuddering moan as she sank slowly onto him, the heat of her core like being submerged in a warm bath.

When she reached the bottom, having taken all of him inside of her, he nearly blurted out "I love you."

Instead, a jumble of incoherent noises escaped his lips as her hips sank to rest onto his.

Part of him wanted to stay like that with her forever, completely inside of her, their bodies as connected as they could be. But the boiling lust inside him wanted to feel her tight walls slide up and down his shaft. To watch her bounce on his cock, and call out his name.

He rocked his hips, relishing the wonderful pleasure that even the smallest movements brought to him.

 

[WretchRoad]

She knew more about how to move, now. How to relax to take him, to let her body stretch and adjust around him.

Skin against skin, she stayed there for a moment to savor to fullness she felt when he was completely surrounded by her.

Her eyes popped open when he uttered nonsense, reminding her of the congregation members who would speak in tongues when overcome by the holy spirit, and she sunk a soft laugh back into his mouth.

When he moved, she went with him, circling her hips experimentally. Then, unsure of herself, placed his hands on her hips.

"Show me what feels good."

 

[Knightofsloth707]

His hands on her hips, he guided her up until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then back down again, her tight walls squeezing him the entire way.

"Like that," he said, breathily. "Just like that."

He watched her as she rose and fell onto him, his eyes locked on hers. Each time she reached his base he let out an appreciative moan.

"Yeah, baby, just like that."

He ran his hands up the sides of her body, his hands cupping her breasts through the shirt and running his thumbs over her nipples.

She sank down onto him a little harder and he let out a ragged breath, pulling on her nipples gently and bringing her neck to his lips.

 

[WretchRoad]

She found her rhythm, rising and falling on his length, meeting every upward thrust with downward roll of her own. The chair creaked with a protesting groan that matched their pace.

"Baby?" she laughed, but broke into a breathy moan when he teased her nipples. Her inner muscles tightened reflexively, and she held herself tight as she drew up again just to pull another sound from his lips.

She tilted her neck back, giving him access as she ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it back in a gesture that was more intimate than erotic.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel laughed at himself. He hadn't even been aware that he said it. How could he explain that what she was doing felt so good it was short-circuiting his brain?

His whole world was concentrated into the space where her body touched his. The slow glorious pendulum of her body moving up and down his shaft, sending electricity through him with each movement.

He was getting close. He pulled her in so that her chest rested against his. All his focus was pulled to the building tension inside of him, his mouth frozen on her neck, teeth gently bared on her tender skin.

He let out a pleading whimper, telling her, for the love of god, not to stop what she was doing.

 

[WretchRoad]

She let out a raw sound, feeling him pulse inside her, his teeth on her neck, hearing his pleas. It made the heat coil tight at the bottom of her abdomen and her thighs tremble at his hips.

She wasn't thinking of stopping. She didn't care what he said anymore. He could start reciting Shakespearean soliloquys and it would only make her thrilled to hear his voice, rough and unguarded as he approached the peak.

She could feel it now in the way his muscles tightened and his hips moved, more insistent.

Wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, she moved with a rolling, grinding rhythm as she rode him. With each motion, his tip dragged against a spot inside her that made her tense and shudder, drawing her closer to her own edge.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

He felt the increasing tension in her inner thighs and her quickening breath on his shoulder. Her muscles clenched as she neared her orgasm, her legs trembling against his. It only made her feel even more incredible around his swollen manhood.

Their bodies had synchronized, the long crecendo building in each of them as they hurtled towards the finish. Daniel felt every molecule of him being bent towards the singular goal: glorious oblivion.

His surroundings disappeared. The edges of his vision blurred. His hearing was muffled by the sound of his heart beating in his ears. Only she remained, there in his arms as their climax washed over them.

"Oh my god...Ash..."

 

[WretchRoad]

At the sound of her name, her legs clamped tight around him. Her release hit hard and sudden. The chair squeaked a stuttering rhythm against the floor as she single-mindedly worked out her own release against him, no longer nervous about doing it right.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought about the biology of what they were doing, the risk she took with him as he leaked out of her. But she'd already decided that was a problem she'd face tomorrow.

For right then, she held him through the last shudders of their orgasms, planting kisses along his shoulder, his neck, his cheek.

"I never felt anything like that..." she whispered, settling her cheek against his neck. "Everything you do feels good," she added, somewhat awkwardly. How else was she supposed to voice how she felt about him? Her mind was a pleasant blank in the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel struggled in his blankly contented state to find the proper words to express how incredible that had been. Finally, two of Daniel's still functioning brain cells collided with each other.

"It was perfect," he said dreamily.

He felt his breathing and heart rate slow as he returned to baseline. Every muscle in his body had melted into a state of relaxation. Ash's head lay on his shoulder and his hands remained loosely around her waist.

Neither of them seemed to want to move for a long while, despite the mess they had made. Daniel's chin remained slick with her juices, and their groins were a spattered mess. The kitchen smelled strongly of sex and their shared scent. He didn't want to change a thing.

Eventually they both sighed, an unspoken agreement to get up.

"Guess it's time for another shower," Daniel said.

In one smooth motion he stood and hoisted her easily into his arms. He carried her upstairs where they rinsed again, and, hit by a sudden weariness, climbed into bed without bothering to dress.

Ash curled into Daniel's arms, her pale butt pressed up against him, and fell asleep immediately. Daniel remained awake for a few moments, not so much thinking but simply basking in the easy comfort of her body against his, until he too, drifted off into sleep.

Daniel woke at his usual early hour to find the bed next to him empty. A small note, written in Ash's hand read:

Making breakfast, see you soon

He heard her downstairs, moving about the kitchen and singing a song to herself that he didn't recognize.

Daniel looked at the calendar. Today was the day. He had to send her away before the moon worked its terrible magic and made him into what he knew he was - a monster.

Already his guts had begun twisting themselves into knots. He felt sick to his stomach.

He dressed and walked downstairs, dreading what the sight of her would do to his already guilty conscience.

 

[WretchRoad]

Ash bobbed from side to side, wearing another one of Daniel’s shirts, and clicked on the stove before dancing over to the fridge. She wasn’t singing. She was, in fact, rapping.

“Picture this, I’m a bag of dicks, put me to your lips, I am sick, I will punch a baby bear in his shit…”

Love songs were for the crowd, she knew damn well how she felt and that was good. Less than a day ago she thought she’d never see Daniel again. Now, who knew? She didn’t let her hopes get so high as to imagine a life where she woke up in his bed every morning, but the gears were turning when it came to building life where he remained in it.

“I will walk into a court while erect, screaming yes! I am guilty motherfuckers, I am Death.”

The last time she felt like this was in that Colorado cabin while Denise lay in bed next to her, reading the future in tarot cards across her chest. She promised riches beyond Ash’s dreams. Maybe this is what she was seeing.

She knew she must be losing her mind if she was starting to believe in any of that, but for once, she didn’t care.

Bacon sizzled in a pan while she whipped milk into the eggs. She tossed two slices of bread into the toaster, still humming to herself.

The table behind her was already set with coffee and cutlery, waiting for Daniel.

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel came down the stairs. Turning left would lead him to a delicious meal and the company of the woman he loved. He turned right. He felt like a coward, but he couldn't face her, not yet.

He walked out the open front door, finding Roland laying near the edge of the porch, peacefully enjoying the morning sunlight. Daniel came and sat next to the old dog, his legs hanging over the rotting wood of the porch. He patted Roland's flank absentmindedly.

"It's that time again," he said, hardly moving his jaw. He looked at Roland.

"You can tell when a full moon is coming, can't you? Smell it in the air, or...sense what I'm going to become."

He sat quietly for a bit, listening to the cicadas.

"I know you like having her here. I do too. It's the first time the place has felt alive in a long time."

"I love her. That's the truth of it. She makes me feel alive. I hadn't realized how numb I had become, going through the motions, day after day, alone- except for you, of course. But you know what it's like. What happens to me..."

"We gotta send her away," he said, choking on the words. "She ain't safe here, with me." He looked down at the porch, trying to will away the tears. Roland tilted his head, regarding Daniel with his cloudy eyes, then placed a paw on Daniel's lap.

Daniel gave a sobbing laugh, wiping his eyes and putting a hand over the paw. "You're a good dog, Roland."

"We'll be ok. It'll just be you and me again, like it's always been," he said unconvincingly.

 

[WretchRoad]

Ash’s hips swayed in her cut offs, freshly rescued from the brush.

“What more can I say? We top dealing it.”

She swirled the eggs in one of the pans until a perfect spiral formed, one she cut up, then flipped onto three separate plates. Bacon and toast were plated up next and slid into place at the table.

“Aye, you wanna hear a good joke? Nobody speak, nobody get choked.”

It had been nearly eight years since the farm. Eight years without being able to stop moving, singing for her supper. She didn’t own any proper ID for fear of drawing the gaze of some electronic eye and triggering an alert, somehow, somewhere. Nothing could change the nature of the machine her father set in motion, but maybe he wasn’t watching and waiting anymore. Maybe she could finally settle down.

As she slid a third plate onto the floor, she wondered why the dog wasn’t orbiting her around the kitchen. Concerned, she stepped out onto the porch — only to find them both sitting in silence.

“Hey,” she spoke cheerily, “breakfast is ready, you two.”

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel looked up at Ash, and his heart sank into his stomach. She looked radiant. Her skin was practically glowing in the early morning light, and her mouth was curled into an easy smile. Even her hair seemed to bounce more as she moved.

He followed her into the kitchen, the short journey feeling like the march of the condemned. He stiffly took his place at the table. The food in front of him looked delicious, but he wasn't hungry. His stomach was a knot of anxiety and self-loathing.

He set his face into what he hoped was an approximation of a smile and began to chew his food slowly and mechanically.

He didn't trust himself to speak. What could he say except that he loved her and was about to push her away forever?

 

[WretchRoad]

Her first few bites were shoveled down at a ravenous pace after all the activity of the day before. But, as she looked across the table, she noticed the strain on Daniel’s face, the redness around his eyes.

They passed the meal in silence, and by the time she was pushing bits of egg around on her plate, unable to finish for the disquiet she felt every time she glanced up at Daniel. She began to wonder if he had the same anxiety about the night before that she did. She didn’t wait for him to finish, it didn’t look like he was going to anyway.

“Let’s take our coffee out on the porch. I’ve got to, um… talk to you about something.”

 

[Knightofsloth707]

Daniel nodded absently. He felt like he was being held together with string. All it would take is the slightest tug for him to begin unravelling at the seams.

He pushed his plate away and followed Ash outside, leaving his coffee behind. It was the last thing he wanted to add to the churning cauldron in his gut.

He sat stiffly in his usual chair, his head bent forward. He looked at Ash, a misplaced strand of dark hair dangling over his face. He tried his best to choke down the tension filling his body bit by bit, like a slow moving poison .

 

[WretchRoad]

She thought she let the conversation fester too long. By disregarding reality for one night of pleasure, the anxiety must have gotten to him. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine why his mood shifted so drastically since the night before.

"Hey," she said, softly, taking his hand. "Are you acting strange because we didn't... you know. Use protection? It'll be fine," she added quickly, "The truck is running, I just need to hit a pharmacy and get that pill."

She gave him a thin smile, hoping that was all it was. The one catch in their plans for happiness that would soon be removed.