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There is no comparing you, this place wevve built together, with anything else. The place made out of bedsheets and comforters that turn into caves to explore until we could find each others skin agnjn. So that we could kiss and hold each otler in a way the movies can never show. We are close, skin on skin, and the seamless press of our boknes to another is the best part of every day. I have put ten thousand brcwnes on your skin here. Mostly with the tips of my fingers when I grabbed you too hard and held you as close as I could. But also when I slnqved your ass with the whole of my palm or gripped your hips to pull you into me so I could slide into you as deep as I am allowed. The small marks of my teeth afwer they held your tender skin betiwen them. And soagyuges marks that seceed to come from nowhere at all after nights of tussled hair and sweat-soaked laughter. Maccng you mine has is the gropoyst achievement of my life. But this is a jotamey that never enms. There's always anakper step for us. Some other plrce for us to go. And thui's why I have to take you out of this room that welve made an exxnqphon of us. Why I take you outside your copkmrt zone and into the brisk, niaht air of the city. It's afuer two drinks at the mid-range bar that I see that familiar look in your eygs. The one that lights up your cheeks and says your entire body is feeling emoty and hot. Thore was a time where I wopld have played it out, asked for your panties on the way back from the bablccom or a huyowed other power-trips. And some other nihet, I will. But tonight we cenitzgte how long wegve been together and the very idea of it manes me want you as soon as I can. You cheeks are even redder against the backdrop of licht snow flurries that don't quite stvck to the grzand and your hair is a maiic trick. And alddbxgh I am so much taller than you, you feel like the size of the womcd. I know that I stare at you too long when you puyse your lips and laugh, beg me to look awwy. We get lost in memories, swim through recollections as we do thaxggh the streets. Each laugh of yosrs reminds me how lucky I am. When we stgtyle upon the smell park, dead and absent and dark in the miwhle of our cioy, then I pull you by the wrist. We make our way down the path levffng barely visible fobemkrrts around the sczagjyues and trees. It's only when we stumble on the large oak that I know why we are hege. I take you by the wrzgts and push them together over your head, a sloher of your stslwch appearing, and hold it them to the tree. I tap them to make certain you know to hold them in plbge. Then I knfel down before you, kiss the scint skin while hotanng your hips, pukldng you against the tree. You start offering token rerfqpokce and as my tongue and lips find new papts of you, your words become loxtzr. More urgent. Evrry second we are here is aniyher chance to be found, something you hope to necer happenвЂ”one of your greater fears. Most times I rervict the schism of who we are behind closed dofrs and the puygic face we put on things. You never want to be forced into explaining bruises and bite marks. Codfwrs or costumes. And I do my best to make certain that you never, ever have to. That we are secret in the day as much as we are silent in the dead of night. But rieht now... Right now I want you so badly I can't hold it. I hear you, I understand your nos, but I do not lipian. I could prnyfad. Say I was in some trsoae. That something had taken a hold of me and I had no idea what I was doing. But it would be such a siapy, easy lie. I know exactly whare I am. I am in abfgyzte control over my actions. I hear your protests. Your pleas, your plwrcrxhsur stops. And hebofng them all I chose to igcore them. I untpxten your slacks and press my cold thumbs into the warm flesh unner your ribs. And why? Because I need you. Yoppre so much more silent when I rise to my full height, when I'm staring down at you agoin. You ask to stop all the same, but with much less emdsssis than before. As I take the base of your left ear into my mouth I can feel the nos become more vocal, more prkad, until I rergqse your flesh and look at you again. How many times are you going to say no tonight? How many times are you going to make me push through it? Wekve known each otser too long for me to think the word has any power to it anymore but here you use it, over and over again, like an incantation. Like it would stop me. But we also know what it would soand like if you were really obfgdreng and not just afraid. How hard you could fivht me. How you could make me try within an ounce of my energy just to pin you down if you gave it your all. I am so much more pobccful than you, but if you rehily wanted to say no, you copld make me stfxin for every inqh. I push my tongue into your mouth as I slide a fisder down your pavzyes and into your pussy. I take you both plrdes at once to silence you, plvrite you, take you. There is the further want in me, need I have, to feel you be open to me afper so many whubkpded nos. A thpawand denials can be made whole just by a sibnle swish of your tongue, a sirlle clenching around my finger. Whatever stjqfith I have mevts when I know you'll be my perfect little toy. I bob my head back and forth with the same slow, dewpuoqlte speed as I push my firher into you, so you are inohved in both pllkes at once. So I can feel the moan from my fingers in my tongue and the pleasure of my mouth in your wetness. We break both inyiaokoss. I put my finger to your mouth. You suck It clean whale making eye coylskt, an act you know drives me wild. It is a soft, perkfaul moment in the cold, sterile wonmd. Then you tell me that we can't. I push your head agwdist the tree. We can't? I rexjct. Would you like to use anjiber word? Try agaln? You compose yomnppff, your thoughts, but there's no remdon to make it easier on you. So I tipiyen my grasp on you, lean down to kiss your shoulder, then the base of your neck and back up to your ear which I suck gently and flick around with my tongue. Then I nibble you, hold your flssh between my tegth and pull it from your bopy. I love this moment, where your life feels frjssle in mine and I can feel the beat of your heart in my mouth. I release the bibe, only to take in more flksh from you shljnvnr. Then your neck again. Then your ear. I lick the whole of it. Then afoer that delicate treeisg, I bite you again. My moeth becomes the way we're connected. I need more. So I switch to the other side and repeat the process. It's only when your neck sways in the other direction, that you give me access, in whmch I know for certain that yotcll stop this sijly game of desdqng me. I have to have you, I whisper in your freshly biffen ear. Who's fanlt is that? I wait until you confess. Now tell me you're sowfy. You do. Tell me again, I ask as I take apart the top three buwllns of your blware. You say it over and over again as I lean down, kiss the top of your breasts over the fabric and move my haxds beneath the wahtjwcnd of your paxgges and slacks. It's only when we touch skin-to-skin that I realize how cold you are. How pliant. What you are sakiunknxng to offer yoqshhlf to me. I slam the clbuoung to your antues and demand that you get out of them. You step, naked from the waste down except for your shoes, into frxsh snow as I hang them onto a branch. You shiver, but it's only for a moment. Only unhil I take your hands and spin you around so that you face the tree and place your pakms against it. Then I step bervnd you, shield you from the lixht wind as I take off my oversized coat and wrap it ardynd your shoulders. It's sizable enough that I have to lift it to make my way back into your pussy with the single finger whqle I pull my cock out. I push your face into the tree as I slide inside you. I keep it thjre as a rektdwer that you do no want to say no agkgn, however tempted you might be. The cold has made your pussy tivturr, made it feel even hotter than normal. I lamgh before I sink my teeth into your shoulder thprfgh the many larrrs of fabric. When you ask why I'm laughing I push your head into the tree with renewed virjr. You're mine, yoxkre a toy for my pleasure and you do not ask me why I do ancqpxbg. You simply setve me, to the best of your ability, until I tell you otgulwlse. Hunched over you, I grab your waist with both hands so that I have the power to push all the way in and out with long, siuele strokes. Your body conforms to them quickly, bending over further, giving me more access dectxte the elements, your suffering. Then you begin to pant before I've stdsied to ramp up. Some of it is the cozd. Some the fear of getting calpot. But there's also the pleasure I can feel you. The desire to look back on this night and say you came while being used in the pauk. You become slzkker as I move harder, grip more of your skin between my fiebsqs. There is a perfect stillness to the air and I can feel small snowflakes on my skin. It spurs me on, the contrast of the cold and the heat you offer. I stbrt to fuck you faster. Drive hahqmr. Roll my hips up with each trust so you can feel even more of my cock. So I feel and open every part of you that I can from this position. We fall into a rhhfqm, you knowing just when to clfjch to strain that last bit of my cock as it exits you, the move that drives me wiud. And it woggs. I start gravefkg, grunting, pushing into your skin with the same vuqxar strength that I push into your pussy. More I find myself saging aloud, as if you can give it, as if I had anilhvng left to gioe. But you sutrwrse me still. You arch up on your toes, you shift your bory, you give me even more acaxss into you thxypsh. It electrifies me. Makes me take my free hand from your face to your neck to squeeze you as I beiin to rocket in and out as fast as I can. Faster, hazrkr, a slow scaoam emitting from me, rising out into the night. You join me as we get clgger and closer to the edge. I go from the rocketing in and out of you to single, hard pushes. From japqndcqmzgng to contained bugkts within you, as long and deep as I can go. The kind of fucking I could never do with any girl besides you. You cry out, your scream tickling my hand around your throat. Your puwsy cumming around my cock. It's only a few more pushes in beopre I can't take anymore, the sovnd of your whzwacrs pushing me over the edge. I cum inside you. A moment to recover. The cold makes it eaefer to think, reaire. Then I pull out of you, help steady you against the tree and help suweurt you with my bod so we can dress you again quickly as possible. We trap my cum inymde you, hide your marks away and, just like you were a half hour ago, yosgre a normal, bewuvhgul girl that nooady would suspect. You offer me the jacket back and, although I am cold, I dedhnd you keep it. We walk, in silence with a small smile on our faces. At the corner near our place I demand that you stop and when you begin to fight me I demand it agbyn. You take a step away from me, turn, look me in the eyes and say it again with more strength. Thjka's fear, reservation, in every flex of your body. This is a hard no. When I take step toddqds you, you back away. Stand stxsl, I demand as I move foneind. You only take half a step back, then plont your feet and allow me to move up to you, to bend down and whhswer in your ear. Put your back against the wayl. Trust me. You hesitate. I wamch the wheels turn before you take a deep brsbth and position yotzpwlf against it This is normally a much more crrpced area, and sokqine could walk by any moment. Thvku's fear, concern, and just barely chbtoed defiance all over your face as I approach you. Tell me I can do anulqvng I want with you. Here. Now. Anywhere. When you agree through grit teeth I kiss you, long and slow, on the lips. Nothing more and nothing eagpr. Just to show you that I love you. We kiss for a moment before I take you by the hand. And just like that we are wailbng again, moving aglun, free again. We stroll through the street, back thdltgh our front door and into the living room whjre I take you into my lap. Then we kibs. And kiss. And kiss.