He knelt beside her, took her neck in his strong hand and kissed her as if he was biting too big of a piece out of an apple. His tongue was all over her face. She was smiling now, protesting gently. “How was work?” she giggled, slipping away from one of his gulps. “Shut up”, he smiled back and went on having dinner of her. “No!” she cried coyly, and let herself slip under water. He didn’t mind. He just kept gorging on her, creating a chaos of bubbles and tickling her unbearably. She held her breath as long as she could, feeling herself smiling like a happy infant and a the vision that the ocean had given her returned, slightly altered. The setting was the same only now he was fucking her less mechanically, and she was screaming instead of moaning. Finally she came up and gasped for air. They went out for dinner and she had lobster and he had a piece of pork that she was first disgusted by, a crude roll of meat around a thick bone standing up straight, and as he ate off the meat it began to turn her on. She asked for a piece but he said his dick was the only meat she was going to get from him. Only barely could she fight the urge to crawl under the table. Instead she sulked and pushed her own plate away. He smiled to himself. She felt herself getting wet again and uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
He screams, in a way so deep that she cant imagine the pleasure, and she closes her eyes. She presses the tears against her inside her lids, until she sees red shafts in the black and she comes back as he slowly withdraws the shaft from her throat, and then, after she gives a suck on his gland like a child would on a pacifier, and he moans like he wants to cry, and he breathes out and he falls softly on her, like a breeze of wind, and envelops her in his arms and he holds her, so soft, and so tight, she knows she can’t escape. There is no way she’ll ever escape this man. She cuddles up and falls asleep and wakes up to find him gone.