4. Restless evenings.

Song - Watch Me Burn

By Michele Morrone

Album - Dark Room

From 365 days movie series

After a tiring 9am to 5pm working hours...

A forcibly halting car sound. Is my signal, to know, He is back! When I knew he is back, my nerves trained themselves to stay strong and recalled his touches. I completed the cooking and looked myself in the mirror for final touch-ups.

Checks my dress, it is partially unzipped, which I can't make it to pull the zip up, my looks, wash my hands, and rinse my mouth. But I can't help with the dirty thoughts with him in my brain.

I rush to open the door. He walks in, avoiding my presence, and throws the bag onto the sofa in the living room. Just like every other day. But, after I shut the door, he grabs me by my waist. There is nothing special today, too. He does as I said.

Soon, he pinned me to the wall. Unzip my dress completely. Licks the V shaped open, bare skin on my back. Bites the neck until I scream to let go. I try to hold my voice, but I can't help letting out my voice.

Just in a few seconds, I pant like crazy and he just strangles me with his hot, fierce embraces. My face turns red. He teases me about that. Finally, he let me go. Loosen his grip and let me take a breath.

As soon as I decreased my breathing rate, he lifted me up on his shoulder. Like I collect the dry clothes from drying wires on my shoulder. I sometimes wonder, am I that light in weight?

Take me to the bed, and toss me on to the bed like a cloth. I just stare blankly in his eyes. He looks at me, 'as a predator looking at its prey fighting for its last breath, wanna gobble me up as whole.' I then raise my arms, holding my hands out, for him to hold me.

Nevertheless, he just lifted my frock up and... fingers and thurst his tongue... in my hole. I can't help but put my fingers in my mouth to control my voice. Asually, he pulls away my hands from putting in my mouth.

I'm just immersed in moaning and letting my juices flow with the movements of his hands and tongue. Soon, he took off my frock. Take a glance of my body thoroughly. I die in embarrassment, covering my face with my hands.

He forcefully pulls away my hands, looks straight in my eyes, and asks, "Did you miss me?"

Where should I start? The moment he left me at the door? Or the moment he messed me with his kisses? Or the time he tidied me up and patted my head? So I would just nod my head as an answer.

Then he touched my cheeks with both his hands, which became sticky, with my love juices. I can simply say, 'I can die because of that single touch.'

He unbuckle his belt and pulls down his zipper. Then he takes my hand and makes me feel the hot, rapid pulse passing down his long, hard cord. He makes me pull his thing out of his pants. I began to stare at it.

Though it felt gross. I can't take my eyes off from it. He pushes me onto the bed and lifts my legs up. Spread my hole. Sees it throbbing, he shove his thing deep inside with force.

After a long-tiring play, he rammed his white, thick, hot, and sticky fluid in my hole. My eyes start rolling in the eye sockets, with immense pleasure.

He took it off of the hole, and I saw his thing, dripping his love juice, and it felt like a stick dipped in vanilla ice cream. I want to lick that up. But I can't help getting up.

The hole inside me is filled up with that hot fluid, and I can't help it to stay inside me anymore. It's oozing out and messing with my frock, under me, that he purposely put there. Neither I want to clean it up, nor I want to let that juice flow out of my body.

Nevertheless, everything is happening opposite to my will. I, on bed, seeing him taking his shirt buttons off and going inside the bathroom. Neither did I see him taking his shirt off nor his \*\*\*\*\* body.

I slowly amassed my energy and tried to get up. Sometimes I get up, and sometimes I just give in and sleep like a log. The time when I sleep, he will wake me up and make me eat the food with his hands. Today, I got up and went to another bathroom and had a quick shower. Changed into my regular pajamas.

He, asually, took a 10 minute bath. Wore his T-shirt and a 3/4th pant. While drying up his hair, he sits on the chair to dine.

I can't help but look at him while he does that, and I won't get bored at all. I place the food on the table, and we both eat it together while asking about my day. But, he won't tell me about his day.