Only After Dark

I felt the covers slide down my body slowly, then a hand light on the small of my back. It was so warm it was hot, like the blood that ran through its veins went faster than the blood of any average man.

If this was true, it wouldn’t surprise me.

I opened my eyes and it was dark. It was always dark when he visited me. Ever since I had a one-night stand with someone I can't remember at an exclusive club in Miami during my summer break about two years ago, I have been with him. I don't know how he knew where I stay, or how he could just show up at night and disappear during the day.

I had a moment like every moment I had when he showed. Anxiety, desire, temptation everything. At times I'll have a moment of sanity. A moment where my mind will tell me to close my eyes, open my mouth, and tell him to go away. But immediately I get a sniff of his peculiar cologne, I unknowingly surrender to him.

But if I ever do tell him to get lost, I knew he would... I'm not so sure. I don't know if he'll leave or dare me and stay, or maybe just never show up the next day. And he’d never come back.

But this was the right thing to do. The smart thing to do. The sane thing to do. It was to let him leave.

And I was thinking of doing it, honest to God. I was always thinking of sending him away; I would sometimes drink coffee to avoid sleeping so that when he shows up, I lock him out through that window he's used to getting into my room with. I thought about doing it every time.

Then I felt his broad weight hit the bed, his body stretching out beside mine. He turned me into him; I opened my mouth to speak and before I could do the sane thing, his mouth was on mine, kissing me tenderly until I submitted before his kisses turned ferocious.

And for the next few hours with him around, I didn’t think at all.

But I felt him every single moment. I felt so much of his touch and breathing.

And all of it was good.

Today, it was still dark when his shadow moved in the room.

I lay in bed and watched him move. He didn’t make a noise like at times when he slowly curses. It was weird. There was a short, loud noise of his belt unbuckling, but other than that, it was extremely silent.

Even as a shadow, I saw he had a masculine figure. A powerful, manly, masculine figure. That was weird too. Just my mystery man taking off his clothes was like watching a live strip show in some VIP room; it felt macho, if there was such a thing. Of course, I only watched this live show in my own room; there wasn’t any live strip except in my bedroom when he came to visit, and also when he was getting ready to leave.

It was so fascinating, I think I could get really rich if I sold his strip show on OnlyFans, don't you think so? But how could I even record him when we did everything in the dark?

I should sell tickets. But if I did, I’d have to share with my best friend, Terry. I'd probably share with her, let her watch a private show so that she can stop boasting around me about her boyfriend Will. Thinking about getting back at my best friend already messed with my head enough; that and the fact that he has come and I let him come in, then he of course is gonna make me come, after which he will also come. Then, often, like tonight, we will repeat our moments together until I am worn out and deep asleep. Before he leaves, I will only wake up to an empty bed.

I wasn’t real hot on sharing anything going on in my life with anyone anymore than I already likely did.

He moved to the bed and I watched that too. He bent low; I felt the heat of his hand on my knee, his fingers curling around the back, and he lightly kissed my hip, his lips skimming across my skin, making it tingle. Then he slid the covers down my body from my waist to the ground, where he dropped them.

I normally have sex with him while I'm on my belly. I was about to turn on my belly when he handcuffed my hands together and tied the handcuffs to my bed. Was he up to something? He never allowed me to face him during our hot session.

His fingers slid under my hair, pulling it gently back, and his lips came to my ear.

“I want you to watch, babe,” he whispered.

I slightly shiver at the voice, I recognize it.

“I will,” I whispered back. I'm such a shithead when this man is around me. How can I watch him in a totally dark room? His head moved intentionally and his lips skimmed the skin at the back of my ear, then his tongue touched there. That made my skin tingle so much that my whole body shivered.

I go to wrap my arms around him but get nowhere. “Hey,” I moan, knowing what he did. My eyes flutter open and the light from the thin curtains I used on my window gives me a clear view of him looking down at me.

His deep blue eyes are intense, making me instantly wet between my legs. He looks tired and keyed up all at the same time. “Untie me.” I try to push against his weight, but he has my lower half pinned to the bed.

“Can’t have you watching me and touching me right now,” he grunts out before his mouth takes mine.

He kisses me hard, like he’s starved. I feel him take a deep breath as if he’s trying to get himself under control. All he does is kiss me and he doesn't take it any further for a long time.

“Soft,” he mutters against my lips when he finally calms.

I know he’s not talking to me but to himself. His mouth grows tender over mine right before his tongue licks across my lips. I open my mouth to invite him in, and he accepts. I try to deepen the kiss, wanting to have hard, rough sex, but my mystery man keeps it lazy and sweet.

“Miss me?” he asks against my lips. I nod, trying to take his mouth again, but he’s in control. “I couldn’t breathe until I walked in this window.” His lips move down my neck. “Always such a good girl. Doing what I tell you.” I know he’s talking about me never locking the window. Maybe I do it because he tells me to, but I also do it because it reminds me of him. Smelling him around me while I sleep, and when I open the windows it reminds me of him when he’s gone it is the only way I can sleep without him.