The Smut Writer - Part 1

“Ok, let’s see,” Katy said. As Alex lay down on the bed beside her, she spread the papers he had given her on top of his stomach. They lay there, ignored for the moment, rising and falling with his heavy breathing as he watched her hands slip down her body, her thumbs plucking at the thin waistband of her panties. The breath caught in his throat as she pulled the underwear slowly down. The elastic of the waistband clung jealously to her thighs, as though reluctant to relinquish its hold, and Alex could hardly blame it. Beneath the dark strip of Katy’s trimmed pubic hair, he hungrily watched the glimmer of her wet sex appear, shining in the candlelight as he licked his lips. Katy smiled happily as she kicked her panties off, discarding them at the side of the bed. The mattress bounced slightly beneath them as she moved, and Alex suppressed a groan of desire as she turned and thew one leg over him. Her weight pinned him to the mattress as she sat on his chest. As though he’d ever want to be anywhere other than where he was. Her body rose above him, a symphony of curves when viewed from behind, like some exquisite instrument he both yearned to play and feared being unworthy of. The raw heat of her sex drew its own red echo from his skin, and he hardly dared breath for fear of doing something to derail the moment he so badly longed for.

Katy took the papers in her hands. Her dark hair hung down between her slender shoulders like the mane of some wild thing as she tossed her head again. Alex listened to the paper crackle in her hand, dry as dead leaves that tumble from the branches in fall to be replaced by spring’s burning green. There was a moment of silence, while Katy read and Alex waited, watching her from behind as her eyes caressed the words he had written.

“Her eyes shone as she watched him approach. Big and round, the bright gray of the sun through a cloudy winter sky, as though a storm had just passed.” Katy read aloud, and the bobbing flames of the candles seemed to shudder and shake to her words, just as Alex shuddered and shook to hear them. His words, in her mouth, the velvet smoothness of her voice caressing each syllable as she spoke them. She turned, peering back at him over her pale shoulder, her face half-obscured by the tumbling waterfall of her silky hair. “Is this about me?” The smile that shone on her lips made Alex’s heart contract with desire as he stared up at the woman he loved. Katy occupied a place in his heart that no woman ever had before, a place he had never even known existed before she came along to fill it. There was no one else like her. There was no one else like him, he had come to believe, over the course of long and lonely years in which he despaired of ever meeting anyone who could tolerate his idiosyncrasies, let alone learn to love them. To meet a woman like Katy, a woman whose own dark parts meshed so perfectly with his light and vice versa, that small dot of darkness that hides inside the bright - he would have once dismissed it as romantic claptrap. Until Katy came along.

“They’re all about you,” Alex sighed as Katy smiled down at him like an unexpected sun. “Every single one.”