Who Are You

Warning: This story contains sexually explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.

Sunlight shimmered through the trees outside the kitchen window, the rays sliding across the table and backlighting the steam rising from her coffee cup. She brought the cup to her lips, sipping slowly as the corners of her lips curled up in a smile. 

Last night was incredible.

She stared out the window, her eyes not truly seeing the amber leaves on the trees in the yard. Instead, all she could see was his eyes- dark and dangerous as he stared down at her the night before. He had held her hands down on the mattress, claiming her body over and over again- and she had let him. 

She was sore; her body ached from stretching her limbs into different positions all night long as he entered her from different angles and used both his rock hard cock and his warm mouth to test her body’s limits. It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel so satisfied and so wanted, and though her body protested, her insides throbbed for more. 

She bit her lip, thinking about his mouth on her most sensitive spot, and the way his tongue had felt flicking against her. That tongue was dangerous; she was sure of it. With a tongue like that, a man could probably have anything- and anyone- he wanted. 

And he had wanted her last night. Whether she had wanted to submit to him was out of her control; it was as if she were pulled to him the moment she laid eyes on him in the bar. The smoke in the air had seemed to gravitate toward him and float around like magic, the neon lights highlighting his chiseled jaw and his messy blonde hair with pink. As he bent over the pool table, extending his cue and preparing to sink the 8 ball into a corner pocket, his brown eyes had locked onto her, and in that instant she wanted him too. Her friends’ laughter had faded behind her and all of a sudden it was like he was all she could see. 

Dancing with him had been hypnotic. The way his body moved was like Satan himself had created this man to seduce women on the dance floor. His hips moved like they were made of liquid, flowing and rolling with a supernatural attraction. As soon as his hands had met her hips and he pulled her closer, she wanted nothing more than for her body to melt into his. And the moment his lips found hers in the dark corner of the bar, his hands gently stroking her face and throat, she knew he was helpless against his charms. With his kisses like kryptonite, her defenses crumbled. 

As she grabbed her clutch off the table where her friends sat giggling over mixed drinks, their eyes widened and they began cheering. This was not like her- she had never been one to run out on her friends during a girls’ night out- and she had never gone home with a random guy before. But if life the last few months had done anything for her, it had chipped away all her predisposed notions of what a woman should be and do. 

She had been so good- the best wife she could possibly be- and it still wasn’t enough. She had starved herself to be as thin as he wanted her to be, and colored her hair the shade he wanted her to. She had cooked his meals, kept the house clean, and still worked a full-time job to help support their household. She let him go out with his friends without complaining, and dutifully smiled through his work events as he showed her off like some kind of trophy. And yet he still sunk his dick into some slut he had met at a work conference like nothing she did was good enough to keep him happy. 

She had been sad. She had been bitter. She had spent more nights crying alone on her couch than she would like to admit to anyone. But she was finally ready to move on- life was too short to waste it crying over people who wouldn’t do the same for her- and so when her friends invited her out for a night of drinks and dancing, she agreed. She had put on her sexiest black lace bodysuit and a pair of well-fitting jeans and her favorite black ankle boots. She had taken her time doing her makeup and fixing her hair, and by the time she left the house she felt confident in herself for the first time in a long time. 

She sipped her hot coffee, softly chuckling at the memory of stumbling into the door with him. The drive from the bar had been pure agony, as his hand massaged her inner thigh through her jeans, and his lips kissed her neck and whispered dirty words into her ear as she drove. After they had arrived at her house, they had clamored out of the car and into the house, barely able to walk as their hands tore at each other’s clothes. Their hands all over each other, it was as if they couldn’t live without tasting the other, and when his strong hands ripped her bodysuit away from her full breasts, all she knew was the lust that overpowered her.

Standing up from the table, the morning sun warmed her skin through the window as she moved to fix herself another cup of coffee. As she poured the hot brown liquid into her mug, she imagined him here, bending her over the counter and taking her again. Imagining him running his hand up her thigh and slowly lifting the hem of the oversized shirt she had thrown on when she woke up, she closed her eyes and drew in a slow, deep breath. She could picture him taking his time to touch and explore her with his fingers before entering her from behind, thrusting slow and whispering how good she felt wrapped around his cock in her ear.

After adding cream and sugar to her coffee, she moved back to the table and sat, shivering in delight as the feeling of the warm sun’s rays kissed her skin. She loved sitting in the breakfast nook in the mornings; the way the light filtered in through the trees it almost felt like glitter floating around her. Who are you?, she silently questioned herself and giggled as she took another sip of her coffee. The woman she was a few months ago would have never hooked up with a stranger from a bar. This morning she was not only that woman, but reliving every detail with the giddiness of a child at Walt Disney World and leaving a wet spot in her kitchen chair in the process. 

Tucking one foot underneath her in her chair, she thought about how he’d kissed her so slowly and tenderly just before he left that morning. After ravaging her body all night long, it was a surprising contrast to the rough domination he’d shown her just hours before. Bringing one hand to her mouth, she touched her lips and remembered the way his kiss had felt- so soft, warm, and gentle. 

Watching the leaves fall outside her kitchen window, she doubted she’d ever hear from him again. That was ok- she had gotten a few things she needed from her night with him: validation that she was sexy and desirable, no matter how her ex made her feel, immense sexual satisfaction, and the thrill of doing something reckless but fun. She finished her coffee and placed the mug in the sink, then headed back to the bathroom to shower.