What's Said in Silence

Sera-XXXXXXXIV

Too long. It had been too long for either of us. Part of me had begun to think he didn't want that part of me, but I could recognize an insecure thought as it appeared. All he had done was give me time, care, and most of all, respect. Truly, I didn't deserve this life, but I would take every second of it that I could get.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. Using his clean hand he brushed wet strands from my face and gently trailed his fingers behind my ear, down my neck, and across my collar bone. Goosebumps spread down my skin in a much welcomed chill. 

He walked backwards, pulling me with him towards the bed. He spun us so the backs of my thighs pressed into the downy comforter and he urged me to sit. The air hit the skin no longer protected by his body and sent a shiver down my spine.

He reached for the tube of paint, pouring the glossy blackness onto his fingers. Watching his fingers rub together was a form of torture I hadn't known existed. Every part of me was so attuned to him, craving every movement and shuddering with anticipation. When he pressed the cold paint onto my skin it burned a scorching hot trail straight to my thighs. 

He trailed his finger along one collar bone and curved down the center and stopped just below my belly button before repeating the action on the other side, painting a steep V-shape. His fingers trailed the skin at a painfully slow pace, but I didn't move nor did I complain. 

He spread paint between his palms and cupped one of my breast in one hand and my chin in the other, the paint cool against my hot skin. He leaned in closer and mumbled, "look at you. Letting me make a mess of your freshly cleaned skin. If there was ever a sign that you were mine, little fox, it's this."

I was his. Wholly and with much abandon, I was his. Every smudge of paint seeped deep into my bones like an invisible tattoo. They were his markings and I accepted them entirely. When there was no one left- no sister, father, or murderous exes- there was him. Serenity manifested, this man was beyond my deserving, but I would take him for as long as he offered. 

A pinch on my nipple made me gasp. A low growl of approval emitted from him, making the ache I felt grow into something unbearable. Shudders of pleasure began to roll through me. Such simple touches from this man nearly had me coming undone.

He hooked his hands between my knees and jerked them skyward, sending me onto my back. I squealed at the sudden movement. He parted my legs with much more gentleness than just seconds before. Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth he let out a low rumble as his hands began to kneed at the flesh of my thighs.

"As much as I would like to savor this and take my time, I've grown impatient waiting to taste my favorite meal." He sank to his knees. Taste? No. This man began to devour me. He delved his tongue into me with the vigor of a man starved.

A moan slipped from me as he sank a finger into me, deep and slow. He worked up a slow rhythm between his tongue and finger that sent me over the edge in seconds, moaning and gasping for breath.

"That's it, my divinity. Let me hear how good this feels. What only I can do to you." With that a second wave crashed through me. So much. Too much. I need... fuck.

He kept that torturous rhythm as another orgasm threatened to take hold but lingered at the edge. I couldn't take it anymore and my hips bucked away but he gripped me with his free hand and held me in place, "Where do you think you're going?" I could only whimper in response, earning a dark chuckle from him. "We're not done until I'm so saturated in you that I'll taste it beyond the grave. Now, give me another like the good girl I know you can be."

His finger curled just slightly, hitting that spot that has my legs trembling. It's so intense I'm not sure I can make it. My hands grip the sheets and a cry erupts from me as I come undone in the most soul shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced. His finger slipped from me but was quickly replaced by his tongue, lapping up all the evidence of the utter abandon he'd left me in.

My breath came back to me in heaves as my eyes began to shut. Exhaustion threatening to take over. Has it really been so long that three orgasms could deplete me of all energy? Three earth shattering, wring-me-dry orgasms. Perhaps it wasn't all that impossible.

"Oh no, there will be none of that." He stated as he slipped a hand under my nape and pulled me up just enough for him to cover my mouth with his own, swirling his tongue with my own and making sure I tasted myself on him. The thought that he enjoyed how I tasted as much as I did had my body gearing up for more. "There's no time for sleep for all the things I want to do to you."

And he was right. Hours into the night, when dawn was just about to break over the horizon both of us collapsed, sweaty and heaving. He pulled me tight to him and I rested my cheek on his chest.

"I love you." The words were out of my mouth before I registered them as whole, unaltered truth. I loved Vessel. That was now a fact but the realization that I'd said it hit me like a freight train.

He stiffened beneath me for a moment. I hadn't expected him to say it back, especially considering that I hadn't even expected to say it. But I did and now the silence is thickening in the room. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, at least not so soon. Maybe I was ready to say it before he was ready to hear it. His silence shouldn't hurt but it did and I kept the stinging in my eyes at bay.

I turned over and assumed our normal sleeping position. The bedside lamp flicked off and the familiar clack of the mask on the night stand echoed in the room. He curled in tight, molding his body to mine. His nose brushed into the crook of my neck as his whisper came out in shakes, "I love you, Sera." It was then that realization struck.

He didn't say it while hiding behind a mask.