The Slap

Transcript

The Row. It's Thursday night and I'm fed up. I open the flat door still pissed off because of work, and come in not in any kind of mood to take any more shit from anyone.

You shout out a vague greeting from the sofa where you're sat with your laptop in the least sexy pyjamas in the universe. I think I must have started it because of something to do with wasting time on Twitter, but however it happened the next thing I know we're standing up trembling about the place shouting at each other. The topic shifts from drug use to the washing up to one of our exes detours via how I wake you up in the morning and how you never leave me enough water for a proper bath and at some point I probably say something gratuitously hurtful because you slap me.

Not a playful slap either, my neck cracks, my left ear starts ringing and it feels like I've got my cheek against an electric stove. That was the line. I don't know whether I'm mad or shocked with surprise.

I grab your shoulders hard. I see a look shift from your own surprise at the slap to a mixture of fear and anger. Your hands come up and grab my forearms but I'm stronger than you.

I push you away, still holding your shoulders and your back hits the wall. There's a beat. It lasts about a thousand years.

My gaze gets sucked in the dark discs of your irises and in a flash it's that night in November all over again. It's kisses wet with tears two years later. It's falling asleep in your arms and feeling you come against my finger in a packed Eurostar.

A lot happens in that beat and after the beat we're somehow kissing. Not sure who plunged for the other. Could have been me as I'm still pinning you against the wall but then again I think your face came up to meet mine and we've tumbled back against the cold plaster after making contact so I'm not sure who started this either but it's an angry kiss.

Your fingers weave themselves behind my neck and you pull me onto your probing tongue. I try my best to counter attack but I can barely move under your grip. I love how to nibble at your bottom lip and it makes your chest wiggle under mine and I'm clinging to that lip and teeth replace lips and I think I draw blood or maybe this is my own eagerness suddenly tasting of copper in my mouth.

My hands are clenching your buttocks raising you against that wall and squeezing you from both sides pressed against me until I feel your nipples for your t-shirt which makes me realize in the process my shirt has become undone and I don't think you've taken time to undo the buttons either. I pull back and look down and break the silence still echoing the slap. I'll hope you'll be suing those back on.

Only once you've emptied the fucking dishwasher I'm not your maid. We laugh but we both know it's your turn on the dishwasher today. I mean we've just been over this.

I think I'm still mad at you but it's hard to tell because my cock is so painfully hard my jeans feel two size smaller. I take advantage of being out of your embrace to slide my hand in the top of your pyjama bottoms. I thank whoever invented elastic waistbands one more time but realize I'm outside your knickers.

My fingers inch their waist down the face of that round warm cloth surface. Their tips reach the underside of your crotch. I hook my middle finger through the side of your panties and this is when I realize how wet you are.

I'm greeted by wide open slippery labia. The inner side of your underwear moist and sticky. I guess I get one of those flashes of self-clarity as I realize feeling this against my finger has actually made me salivate.

You start to squirm and try to say something but in one motion I secure my grip grabbing the back of your neck. Shut you up by planting my mouth on yours. Move your underwear to the side and stick my mingle and ring finger inside you up to the third knuckle in one go hard and fast.

This does the trick. Your mouth detaches from mine long enough for you to gasp. I feel your hand strangling with my belt buckle but oh no you're not getting too cold those kind of shots after slapping me.

I block your hands by moving my hips towards you. Tilt to my left bend my knees. My left foot hooks your right to shove your legs apart just enough for me to put my right leg in between your legs then push my legs upright.

My right knee is up against the wall behind you that gives me leverage to push even higher. I get on my toes and I can tell that your toes lift is slightly off the ground because suddenly my right hand is crushed between your crotch and my thigh. It feels like most of your weight is born but you're straddling my hand which is exactly what I want because it does hurt my hand a bit but it means there's exactly the same amount of pressure that's pushing your clit against the fleshy part of my palm at the base of my thumb and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Suddenly your hands have given up on the buckle you grab my hips but I can't tell whether you're trying to pull me closer or push up to relieve some of the pressure. Neither as it turns out you just use them to push and pull back and forth horizontally grinding against my hand. The kissing stop long enough for me to look at you.

I feel your hips rock out and my fingers slide an inch ahead of you. Your eyes are open and you've got that half smile that accuses me of cheekiness for a split second but then as you're rocking your pelvis back in my fingers slide back and hook inside you. Your clit slides back in my palm.

You close your eyes tilt your head back and sigh. I start kissing your neck and you settle into a rhythm. I don't need to be looking at you to tell your eyes are closed your mouth contracted to a tight little O which always give you the air of concentration as if your full attention is focused on that back and forth as it probably is.

I can feel you subtly tuning the range rhythm and pressure of the motion readjusting the positions of your hand. Your left clenching my arse the right one. First flat on my back then moving up my neck to run your fingers in my hair.

It's just how I like it. You think I'm good at sex but I'm just providing the being there. You're the one adjusting the touch and weight of the strokes the pace and the motion without even noticing it then giving me some kind of credit.

I really hope I never accidentally live on that secret especially not in writing in some kind of erotic short story. I'm so lost in the smell of that little gap above your collarbone. I don't notice I'm not tiptoeing anymore.

My leg was getting tired. This allowed me to regain enough purchase on the ground to pull me away from you. No not push but actually pull my hair my head by grabbing my hair.

I start to groan in protest but you interrupt and order me to put a third finger in. I blurt on a hold on a minute trying to twist my wrist in order to do so but that's not good enough as out of the blue you slap me again. I said free! Oh is that so? Oh is that so I say and you start to laugh.

Not for long though as I push away get my hand down grab your waistband on both sides and pull down pjs and panties in one go. You must be okay with that maneuver after all as you immediately step out one foot out of them to be able to keep your legs open. I stand back up and as I pass your pussy the smell of how wet you are gives me a head rush but as I've barely started making a dive for it with my mouth your grip tightens on my hair.

I hear you tut as you pull me back up so I go free then and obey to the tune of free fall knuckles deep. You let out a moan that sounds fairly loud but I'm so horny all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ear. I sense you tightened around my fingers which pushes the middle one in front of the two of us I'm so deep I can feel your cervix with its tip.

Your left hand grabs my wrist to readjust an angle. It hurts but I don't care. Your right hand slides down to your pubis to part your pussy a bit more so you can have your clit right where you want it.

I'm your sex toy now I feel used and I love it. You've got me into a very effective wrist lock and I try to tilt my body away to make the angle more comfortable. This is lost on you though your eyes are closed and your hands work mine against you into you methodically looking lost to the world with your t-shirt hitched up above your breast the pointy determination of your nipples holding it up.

So you don't notice I'm doing a Houdini contortion to untie my belt with my left hand to unbutton my pants and slide enough stuff out of the way. That makes the feeling of my cock against your thigh a bit of a surprise to you but I see you smile and feel your left hand grab the shaft. I'm so hard it hurts I think I hear you comment on it.

I take my fingers out of you in one go rubbing up on the way out against your G-spot which I'm pretty sure has swollen. This jolts you into another surprise groan. My whole hand is so wet I just have to rub my palm and finger against the tip of my cock to lube up more than enough then immediately plunge my fingers back into you.

I feel your grip tightening and for a moment it's confusing because we're both trying to do different rhythms at the same time. I intertwine my fingers with yours to give you the tempo to rub me with and your right hand lets go on my wrist so you can dedicate the inside curve of your fingers to your clit. We've found the formula now.

You're focusing on the motion of your crotch whilst I try to keep my hand just in the right place with the right pressure. That's your left hand and my right. My left hand and your right are rubbed against my cock when I'm trying to make you stroke me at the exact same rhythm you're grinding against me.

There's something magic about this sync. I can see your face flush a deeper and deeper shade of red but pretty quickly I need to close my eyes and focus on the feeling of your whole self tightening around my finger because if I pay attention to anything else I'm going to come in a second. I bite my upper lip and I hear you moan louder and louder except maybe I'm the one moaning too.

Your rubbing takes that characteristic last stretch pace not much faster just more insistent pronounced marking the rub the stop in the more the rub in the more pronounced articulation. You're the conductor and you always get the orchestra from legato to staccato for the last movement each beat in sync with a breath in a moan out. I notice we're breathing to the same tempo one two with the strokes breathing on the third then we hold our breath so perhaps another four before letting a moan out.

Each cycle and the holding of a breath becomes a larger pressure and the moan is louder becomes a shout then suddenly there's no breath being held and someone is shouting yes yes yes on every beat and I break out of the tempo and take a deep breath because I know you've only got maybe four strokes to go. I bite your shoulder and your back is arching more and more each beat I notice your hand has stopped moving and you're just grabbing onto my cock hard and right when I whisper I love you into your ear your whole body arches and tenses and the rhythm is broken as it always is in that one final longer beat my hand mercilessly crushed between your thighs my fingers curling to press your g-spot by surprise which makes your eyes widen I hope I can't see them I want to pull my head back to you come as I try to something catches up with me you're yanking on me in time with your calls and I feel like a star is just being born at the base of my balls and the heat and light shoots up my whole body and makes my toe tingles and my buttocks clench my vision gets blurry and obscured by swirling patterns of brown and black squares then all of a sudden I can hear someone who sounds a lot like a louder higher pitch version of me shouting hard and the whole thing resolves in wave spasms each of which shakes me harder and harder and I feel my gum is flying as far up as my belly button for we'll later notice most of it has gone on yours this lasts about a second and a century I'm not sure I only knew that the next moment I'm back into a human body I can't feel we collapsed against each other against the wall having gone limp your forehead is cradled in my shoulders my fingers still inside you feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm clench around them which makes me start to laugh until one of my own aftershock spasm jolts my cock up in your hand like an instant crimp in my perineum that's gone before it's set which in turn makes you laugh and as we pull back and look into each other fairly sweaty by now faces we both go wow at the exact same time I recall a conversation back from a while ago so I say pinky jinx when I try to wiggle my right pinky against your buttock it must tickle you or maybe you just want me not to move yet as you tighten around my fingers one last time squeeze my hands in between your thighs and pull me back close to you my face buries itself in your neck and it feels like if I were to stay there forever I'd be okay with that my mind is on the cloud and my soul feels it's been wrapped in the embrace of yours but there's still me but there must still be enough of myself remaining undissolved because I hear myself whisper in your ear let that be a lesson don't ever slap me again.