The Meaning Behind the Truth

The words shocked me. It rung out in my ears along with the water that continued to pour down on us. I leaned back and sighed.

"You don't."

He seemed shocked to hear this, and closed me tight in a hug. The water was now flowing around us and not through us. We sat there on the warmed tiles of the bathroom tub soaking in the pleasant feeling around us. I could feel his shuddering breath to my left shoulder, and his heart pounding close in sync with mine. He then reached up and turned off the water, leaving us in silence, with our own breaths to listen to.

"I do love you. And not just-- this..."

He ran his finger down my front, circling my nipple, and then touching down my stomach. I shivered in his embrace of warmth while touch he gave me felt cold. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't.

"Please... just let's go to bed--"

I began to stand up, and took him by the shoulders with me. After drying off together, he showed me to his bed and got in it. The duvet was silky to the touch, warm, and comforting. It almost felt as if I was embracing Ken the entire time. I rolled over to find Ken facing me with his eyes perfectly closed. I could almost tell he was faking, but I decided not to test it. It started with me just watching him. He seemed like a doll just laying there asleep. Undisturbed, he made no sound. I reached out to stroke the back of his head and tuck a piece of hair that had fallen in front of his face. He opened his eyes, the pupils adjusting to the low light conditions.

"Mn?"

I could feel his breath near my lips, almost taunting me with arousal. I smiled at him.

"You know, I've thought a bit about what you said earlier."

I watched him nod in remembrance of what he did say, and then he blushed a little bit.

"Oh god... I said that to you?! I'm so sorry..."

I chuckled at his response. He was finally sober enough for me to have a reasonable conversation with him. I stared into his eyes longingly, as he did to mine. We lay there for a while, just watching each other. Breathing the same, feeling our heartbeats reach a similar tempo. Feeling the hotness of our skin touch each other when we would adjust a little bit. It was all so tempting, and I wanted to give in-- so I did. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. I could feel the softness of his and the warmth radiating from his face and body. It was almost like we hadn't done it before.

"Mn--"

I could feel his tongue slide in to my mouth, dancing around with my tongue as it's partner. His saliva was sweet, and his moans sent the vibrations straight through me-- igniting a passionate fire. I could feel his hand reach to the back of my head to deepen the kiss, so I did the same. We were entangled in our own world-- our own fantasy. No one could intervene, no one could tell us to stop. Yet here we were. It was beautiful in it's own right. I could feel his member poking at me through a thin duvet wall. The pulses it made was when it made contact with me. I reached down to play with it, when instead he seemed to have another idea in mind. He took his hands and grabbed my hips like handles. He then proceeded to grind his cock against my stomach. He used his large member as an advantage to stimulate me even more than usual, his balls reaching up and delicately tapping my entrance. Such a soft maneuver made my pussy yearn for his penis. I finally was able to reach down mid grind and grab a hold of his pulsating member in it's full glory. We continued to be a moaning mess through our kisses as we pleasured one another. I played with the tip of his cock, and he teased the tip of my entrance with his fingers. Just to add in another effect when I thought things couldn't get any better, he began to use his thumb to stimulate my clitoris in a circular motion while pressing down once ever while. I squealed in his mouth. Finally able to pull away from his deepening kiss, I nudged down to work on him with my mouth. I could feel the precum oozing out of him like a gusher.

"Ahh fuck--"

He sucked air through his teeth and began to thrust slowly into my mouth. I opened up the back of my throat so it created a sloppy wet sound as he thrusted in, turning both him and me on simultaneously. The sensations I was feeling from the sounds we were creating were enough to throw me over the edge.

"I wanna do it--"

I could almost hear the desperation in his breath. Finally I straddled over him, and felt all over his chest. His breaths were ragged and shuddering. He kept on biting his bottom lip to contain himself, but in reality it was just a massive turn on for me. I set his cock down to settle over his stomach and used my clit to stimulate both of us. I rode him for a while like this, my juices dripping on his shaft making his penis slippery to the touch. Finally I lifted myself and his member up, and came down hard. I could see his face fall back in the pleasure he was feeling. I wanted him to feel it all. His hips began to move and I began to feel the tip of his cock feeling up my cervix. I began to bounce on him like crazy, desperation showing that I wanted to cum. He could see this and flipped me over on my stomach. He came in from behind, his member reaching in even deeper than from before. It was euphoric, the sensation I was feeling was almost on another level than from the first time we did it.

"Shit-- Ken, I'm gonna cum--!"

I bit my bottom lip in order to try and contain myself, and looked at Ken, who was panting up a storm behind me. Saying nothing, I could then feel the familiar pressure inside of me, which pushed me once again over the edge and I came with him.

"Fuck yeah~"

Ken moaned close to my ear and collapsed besides me. We were both wiped, but I had felt that that moment was a turning point-- a bond that brought us closer together. Then he began to speak again.

"You know what I said before, right? The part about loving you. It's not just what we do now. It's everywhere."

I huddled close to Ken, unable to let go, but I had to tell him.

"I know-- but... you aren't in love with me. You're in love with the facade of me."