The Dark of You - S01 E57

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The Dark of You - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

Epilogue

I slid the pencel over the sheet of paper to cast a shadow, but an argument in the kitchen made me stop the movement.

"Lola, I said whole wheat flour and not self-rising flour," Shantelle came out of the kitchen with her wallet in her hand.

"I couldn't tell the difference," Lola shrugged as she followed her mother through the living room. I blinked up at them, unsurely if I should say something or keep quiet.

"Well, you're coming with me to the store," Shantelle said, frustrated as she swung the front door of her house open."That way, you'll know," she sighed.

"Fine," Lola grabbed the keys from the hanger on the wall. "I have to drive all the way back to the shop," she muttered underneath her breath. I pressed my lips too close together as I wanted to laugh at them. Lola and I had already been at the store this morning, so another half an hour trip back and forth for Lola it is today.

"We'll be back soon," Shantelle smiled at me but frowned as her daughter stood right behind her. Lola rolled her eyes in annoyance but grinned at me as she closed the door behind them. I shook my head and chuckled all to myself. To have lived for so many years on my own without any family. It's been entertaining to spend the past couple of weeks here. Shantelle and Lola are always going on each other's nerves.

The sun is shining brightly on the cloudless blue sky. I stood up and went outside on the porch with my drawing book in hand. The light breeze rustles the green leaves on the trees and bends the overgrown grass. I closed my eyes with a smile to the sensation of the cool air on my face. It's the silence out here that stole my heart—no sound of cars rushing through the slowed-down traffic. No people around that stare, interrupt or complain about minor details. It's colorful and bright. It leaves a mark of warmth in my soul. Once I opened my eyes again, Rylan caught my eye. Right away, my mouth went dry. On her way over to me, she has her shirt in her hand and red paint smeared somewhat over her body. Her green cargo pants have slightly changed color as well. I made a huge mistake by coming out here. The parts of her that used to be pale have toned the past few weeks.

"Are you okay?" Rylan asked, worried as she came up the stairs.

"Mm-hmm," I nodded rapidly and swallowed roughly. I took hold of the railing as she stepped closer to me. My legs lost some sensation and they wanted to give in under me. Not here. Not now.

"Are you sure?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she rubbed the back of her sweaty neck.

"Yeah," I said and pulled in a deep breath.

"Okay, then," she looked down at her body and I couldn't stop myself from glaring at every inch of her. Temptation indeed is a treat that is hard to resist, especially when it's Rylan. My Rylan.

"I need a shower," she said and slid her hand over the red paint on her belly. I clenched my jaw along with other parts in misery.

"Sure," I squeaked and gulped. "I'll be right here," I tried to sound as normal as I turned to face the nature before me—the sun, grass, trees, birds, butterflies, bumblebees.

"Okay," she said. I closed my eyes and heard her close the front door close. I exhaled so much I had to draw in a considerable breath again—a couple of minutes of pulling myself back together and turning down the level of need. Then, finally, I went for the door handle to go back inside for a cup of coffee. I stopped abruptly, close to tripping over my own feet. Rylan's standing right there before me as if she's been waiting. My mouth opened, but my frustrated brain couldn't form words. I closed my eyes in surrender, shook my head as my body collapsed.

"Fuck me," the two words fell out as a pleade. Then, slow and steady, Rylan's lips curled into a pleased smile. She rushed for me and didn't hesitate by placing her hands at the back of my thighs. Raised from the floor, I flung my legs around her waist. Our lips connected for a desperate attempt but parted when my back hit the wall. I gasped for breath but grinned contently. Rylan's blue eyes have turned into a darker shade as she watches me intensely. I've seen that look for months now. It's never simple or straightforward with Rylan. She knows what she desires and how she wants it. I'm only here for the ride. A ride I know will leave us both satisfied. Rylan stole my hands and pushed them up tightly against the wall. I closed my eyes as her breath taunted my neck. She slid her lips over my skin. My hands closed into fists and nails dug into my palms. I couldn't control it as my legs pushed her waist harder towards me. My center is crying out for her. It always does. Rylan's breath vanished from my neck and her forehead came to mine.

"Downstairs," I said out of breath and she smiled cheekily. Once she had carried me into her old bedroom, she placed me into the bed. She stood before me quietly as she tilted her head admiringly. My cheeks heated, but I tucked the shyness away as I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it slowly over my head to expose my nakedness. She narrowed her eyes in fascination as her body raised and lowered with deep, short breaths. When Rylan didn't move, I got somewhat confused, but then I realized she wanted me to continue. I opened the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I stretched out my legs in the bed and Rylan took the hint. Biting her tongue, she grabbed the pants by my ankles and slid them off without any effort. Throwing them aside, her eyes never left me. I know I won't be leaving this room without her devouring me first. She's going to consume every inch. No part is going to be left behind without being touched or teased.

Rylan laid her hand over my ankle. Then, achingly, she gradually slid it up inside my leg. I grabbed the sheet and twisted it in my grip as my eyes shut. I gasped for air right before she reached my underwear. Her fingertips are mocking the skin, so close to where I want it, but as always, I never get it. The touch vanished and I gritted my teeth in frustration. This is all a game—a game where I can't cheat. I have to go through the entire thing, no matter how much it hurts. A kiss on my ankle made my body sink.

More kisses were placed as they trailed up to my knee and inward my thigh. I sucked my lip and reached to take hold of her shoulders. It was a mistake. She intertwined our fingers and forced my hands over my head. Pinned and straddled, Rylan glared down at me in disapproval. I swallowed as it only wanted me to have her more. She watched me closely, but eventually, blue eyes flicked down my body. I gripped her hands so strong in my own once her thigh connected with my center. Even though with her pants still on, it feels incredible as pleasure shoots through every piece of me. I want more, so much more. I rock against her, but she stops me with her body pressed down on mine. I trembled with anger and leaned up to bite her by the shoulder. Rylan shifted to the side and stared at the red mark I had created. She slowly looked back at me with a frown. I didn't back down as we stared endlessly into each other's eyes.

Rylan let go of my hands and slid out of bed. I watched her, stunned with my mouth open. She left me stone cold. I sat up and grabbed the pillow to throw it at her. She caught it, of course, and let it go onto the floor. Scowling, Rylan grabbed my hips firmly and pulled roughly. My back crashed back down in bed. Her fingertips dug into my skin as she never let go while she straddled over my thighs. Lips ravage my chest, swirling around my breasts. Her tongue violated my pale skin as it slid over my pink nipples. And I only want more, even if it ends with me not coming back. Clutching onto the sheets and legs spread out, I drew in a breath when she bit and pulled.

"Fuck, Rylan," my back arched into her. I won't be making it out alive if she keeps on snatching my breath. She let go of my nipple and warm lips trailed down between my breast to my belly button until they stopped right above my underwear. When her tongue licked along the rim of the garment, I laid my hands over my face. Aroused to the core, I moved my center without care for Rylan to touch me where I want, where I need it the most. She's bent and broken me. So now she better taste and...

"Fuck me," I dragged in a breath as my center raised against her tongue as it slid over my wet underwear. She's there. Right there, but blocked. My eyes rolled back as her tongue wouldn't stop mocking me over the garment. It feels so good, but it's not enough. I'm not satisfied.

"Ry," I begged, but instead of stopping, her fingers went underneath my underwear and eventually, it was shoved down my thighs. I shivered as Rylan's breath flew across my now naked folds. She didn't go in, of course not. No, she teased with light kisses over the swollen flesh. I pushed up to her mouth. I don't want it soft and slow. I want it fast and hard, now. Yet, Rylan forced me back down and wrapped her arms under my thighs to grip my hips. With each of my legs rested on her shoulders, I feel so open but more than fucking ready. I quivered profoundly when her tongue slid over my center. My belly sunk in to the short but pleasurable movement. Again she did it but stayed inside, her wicked tongue doing things that feel so fucking good. Licking up and down all the right places made me moan loud enough for the world to hear. I grabbed the pillow tightly into my hands and held onto it as I felt the pleasure start closening in. She pushed harder and moved faster against the very core of it all. My back raised and I threw the pillow aside. "Ry," I breathed as I took hold of her head to keep her in that exact place. I pressed myself rougher against her and a wave brought me over to pure bliss.

"Ry," I smiled out of breath as I laid back down onto the bed. Then, realizing my back was wet with sweat and both my inner thighs soaked. Rylan pulled herself above me and placed a long sweet kiss on my forehead. I wrapped my arms around her back tightly, finally satisfied. Ryan's warm, robust body collided with mine is a satisfaction on its own. We laid in silence for a while as we both caught our breaths again. However, Rylan got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I turned to lay on my belly.

"I'm going for a shower," she replied and I stared.

"But," I looked down at the bed. "But we just got started," I said, disappointed as Rylan opened the bathroom door. With her back to me, she only turned her head to the side.

"And it doesn't have to end in the bed," she smiled cheekily. I gapped, frozen in place, as she entered the bathroom.

"It definitely shouldn't end in the fucking bed," I hurried out of the sheets. "I've become a puddle because of you!"