Fatal Flaws

My anger boils the more she invades my thoughts. What right does she have, saying those horrible things about me? I can't get her words out of my head, despite suckering him into watching Titanic with me. It's one of my favorites, my go-to movie whenever I'm sad or upset. It reminds me how life can become worse at any moment. And I should cherish what I have because it can be gone in the blink of an eye. It honestly shocks me he gave in to it. I figured we'd be stuck watching some diehard action film or annoying comedy.

"Do you want any more popcorn before I finish it?" he asks, shaking the bowl beside me—the remaining kernels clang against the sides of the metal bowl.

"No, thank you," I mumble, picking a few stray pieces from the blanket and tossing them back into the bowl.

"So you know all these sappy love stories end the same, right? The girl meets a boy, they fall in love and then something tests their love. They unfortunately break up. Then boom! They're back together living happily ever after," he whines, scrunching his face into a whiny expression.

"Shut up, smarty pants. This movie doesn't end that way. Yeah, Rose survives, but she has to let Jack go. He drowns in an ice-cold, freezing, watery death. How is that happy?" I snap, trying to prove a point.

"Okay then, let's be honest, that door was enormous. It was big enough for both of them. She let that man die. He must not have been a good enough lover. So in my opinion, she got the ending she wanted. A free fun, casual hook-up on board a boat full of stuffy millionaires. Then she discarded him when she was finished. It sounds like she was pretty happy at the end. Besides, she got her jewelry back. It was a no-loose situation," he smirks, pulling my blanket off.

"The true thoughts of a man," I tease, side-eyeing him.

"On a side note, you know my clothes look pretty sexy on you. I love the sight of your legs exposed. It would be better if we got rid of the shorts altogether,"  he coos, his finger swirling up my leg. His simple yet meaningful touch ignites something inside of me. I refuse to let that whore ruin my night with Hayden. It's been so long since he's touched me. My body yearns for him.

Once again, I climb over, straddling him. His cock's hard, proving his feelings. He wants me. It's time to play. Balancing myself, and leaning back, I pull his enormous shirt from my body. My nipples stand erect in the cool air grazing over them. Keeping my balance, I arch further backward, allowing him full access to my firm breast on display. Reaching up, he cups them in his strong large hands, applying perfect pressure to each one. I love the way he touches me. It makes me feel like he only has eyes for me, even if it's momentarily. I moan softly as he forces my thighs down while thrusting his up to meet mine. His bulge presses against my groin, sending electricity through my body. He knows my body so well, exactly how and when I want it. Leaning his body forward, I assist in removing his shirt. I doubt I'll ever get sick of seeing his bare chest and tracing the many lines scribbled in various patterns and directions. I play along his happy trail, and around his belly button, taking my time continuing my journey. Careful to make sure I follow certain lines leading  to his nipples. I pause before outlining each one. My little adventure ends at his lips, sliding two fingers in. His eyes watch mine while tenderly sucking and licking each finger.

A few seconds later my hand retreats, and I lean in replacing my fingers with my lips. My breasts  press firmly against his warm, naked chest. He continues kissing me gently as I roll my hips against his repeatedly. The thin material of his boxers I'm wearing is no match against my wetness soaking through, enough foreplay. I want him now. I want to feel every inch of his firm manhood inside of me. At this moment right now he's mine and I'm his. Being away from him for such a short amount of time taught me a valuable lesson. I need him to survive this fucked up life, almost as much as we need air to breathe. I need Hayden to live. I flip off of him, grasping his arms and pulling him on top of me. The pain and hurt are clear in his eyes as he towers over me. I want to be the one who takes it away, that makes him forget, like he does me. Two twisted dark souls, destined to find each other. Sent to each other  to heal our broken minds and worn down spirits. Together, we become whole, not random pieces thrown about. We need each other. It's inevitable.

I giggle, watching him struggle to remove his bottoms. It's ironic he has no problem  removing mine. I groan the moment he grinds against me, his cock narrowly avoids my entrance. It slips past through my juices, rubbing against my clit. My body trembles the moment his lips touch mine. An intense jolt shocks me upon him entering, before a single second of sharp pain leads to an intense ecstasy takes over. This is the exact moment every thought leaves my mind.

His blood seeps out in small droplets. The harder I dig my nails into his back, tearing into his flesh, the more oozes out. Neither of us pays attention to it. The deeper my nails go, the further he plows into me. My moans are so loud I guarantee his neighbors hear me. He has the same thought, crashing his lips against mine again, stifling my cries. His kisses silence me, swallowing each breath as it leaves my lips. Our sweat and bodily fluids combine with each thrust, deeper and deeper. We move together, always in sync, never missing a beat. His speed slows to nearly a pump. He's trying to push it, make it last. He's not ready to quit.

Switching positions, he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Now giving me control. It's easy to tease him, balancing on top of him then slowly easing off of him. He's erect, standing tall, straight into the air. My juices glisten along his shaft in the moonlight, creeping in from the window. I want to taste him. I want to savor our juices combined. What do we taste like combined into one? He grins sheepishly, watching me maneuver my body down. I love the way he reacts to my warm lips wrapping around his cock. He tastes delicious. His eyes roll as my tongue glides along his shaft, starting at the bottom before gingerly working up. I switch it up reaching the head, teasing it with my tongue before sucking it harder and harder. As soon as his blood surges it begins pulsating. I retreat, climbing back  up along him.

He moans as sheer wetness once again overpowers him. My tightness hugs his shaft while rocking my hips against his. I take my time,wanting to every inch of him. His fingers find my clit, matching my speed, rubbing circles, and bringing me closer to the edge. My eyes clamp shut the moment my body tenses. This is it. I feel a sudden rush of juices erupting down his shaft. The moment this happens, his cock goes crazy, pulsating. His warm juices explode inside of me, dripping down, entangling with mine. My body's relaxed, I can't hold myself up anymore. Unable to fight it, I helplessly collapse onto his chest. Lying still, our hearts beat in sync with each breath he takes matching mine. The sound of our beating hearts is comforting. I wish I could stay in this position forever. Our hearts beat slower, exhaustion setting in, taking over. I need to move, to get up and get dressed. Once again, he's faster, stopping me when I try to slide down.

"Please stay. Don't leave me," he begs, tightening his hold. His eyes remain closed. He doesn't look at me. I'm helpless. He wants me to stay. I can't hurt him again. His grip loosens, realizing I'm not fighting him on the matter.

Eyes closed, he pulls my face down, uniting our lips again. I melt into his arms, continuing to kiss his lips tenderly. The moment I break the seal, his grip again tightens, pulling me closer. Not wanting this moment to end, I nestle against him, lying my head against him. The mere movement of his chest rising then falling is comforting. Before too long, the sound of his heavy breathing has turned to soft snores. He's asleep.

Now I'm alone, surrounded by darkness. Only my thoughts to keep me company. Am I lying to myself again, pretending it will all be okay? Despite the mountain of obstacles ahead of us, we will succeed. Will I finally get my happily ever after with Hayden? Is this reality? Or some small-minded girl with only big dreams, hopes and wishes.

I'm thankful for the mask of darkness, hiding my tears. A small pool puddles,before breaking open into a flowing stream cascading down to the sofa. He doesn't acknowledge the wetness, staying fast asleep. I don't want this to end, but I know as the sunrises this illusion will dissolve. And reality will once again return. Happiness is living in the moment. It rarely lasts. But misery is forever, for all eternity. There's no escaping fate.

"I'll try not to leave you. But even if I have to, I promise I'll never stop loving you," I finally answer, knowing deep down the sad truth. He'll never hear my confession

My exhaustion reaches its breaking point, causing my eyelids to get heavy and drooping. His manly aroma and body heat are too much to fight against. I give up, closing my eyes, and allowing my mind to wander. I drift off to sleep, dreaming of a world where everything is okay, and can live out our fairy tale ending. But it's only a dream that exists if I'm someone else.