Viking... The Conqueror Forms a Divide

Fireworks explode outside my window in a brigade of red and white. Rocket grenade sparklers hurl flame in the air; my heart is a burning ember, shooting in different directions, multiplying my discourse.

I text Mariano as I lay next to HIM, the man I just made love with. It’s odd to be with two alpha males, and only the Viking knows that I am still in relationship with another.

I am deduced to heated burning passion, His come still on my skin, His heated body lay a-drape across my sheets, and I don't know if he is worthy yet of my love but I cannot resist when he stares straight into my eyes and orders me to sit on his cock.

It's been a strange week, one of heated passion in numerous directions, and I don't know which one is the truth.

While Mariano and I grow closer together emotionally and physically, I know in my heart that I cannot commit to him fully, and that ultimately we want different things; him a family, and I …. Haven’t decided what it is that I want yet.  So here I am in bed with another man, who literally tweaked every kinky vice in my body, something that Mariano and I don’t often visit.

In my eyes He much resembles a Viking and his name means To Conquer. And without knowing what I was stepping into that fateful day, he conquered me.

His pheromones fill the room, his naked body is in rest now, his long hair covering his face, his breath is slow and even, I rarely get to witness such a man in a state of complete and utter peace. Every time I take an inhalation I get lost in his manly scent, I could literally come just from his smell alone.

We 'met' through a short and brief email exchange on a dating site and I liked his name, the Viking, and gave him my phone number, without even viewing his profile. A few days later I received a text.

We missed each other a few times, but eventually caught a few conversations on the phone. I do most of the talking, as I'm busy and excited about life. A few schedule misses, and we finally find a day to meet.

"I'm free today, want to go to the beach?" he asks me randomly and perfectly.

"Yes actually meet me here in 10 minutes" I reply, without thinking.

I live on the beach so it's convenient.

He arrives at my doorstep in a black T-shirt, backpack and ray ban shades. His long brown hair frames his face, and he lays a quick cold kiss on me.

I've already written him off in my head, but oblige to the beach day, and try to open myself to the situation, and see him with new eyes. For some reason his voice doesn't fit the rest of his body and it throws me off.

We walk out onto the sand, and I can feel him checking out my ass. He's overtly sexual and compliments my form, and I wish to shine my body upon him more because of the complements. I take off my tank top and shorts, and he lays down a nice blue Pendleton beach blanket and he now gains 10 style points.

We chat for a few, and he decides to jump in the water first. I allow my burnt out adrenals to rest a bit longer, and await his return. He comes and drips cold water off of his 6'2" frame, his skin loose off his belly and arms from neglecting the gym. But I like large men so it works for me.

The playfulness sets in and he finds my opening. His touch is careful and calculated; like he's opening a time bomb, which is my future orgasm but if he doesn't get the exact combo right, it won't go off. He plays me and I am playable. Each time his large and masculine hands lay upon me, I feel like a rose flower turning open another petal, towards the light of the Sun. Each caress allows his heat penetrates deeper, and I descend past the point of no return. I'm helpless now, I think, having no resistance to his will, his hands find themselves closer to my sacred spot, reaching around my ass and pulling my cheeks open, almost dipping into my wet spot. I allow this to happen for a few moments, and make sure no one is peering into our private show.

His other hand, which I have to say is one of the most comforting hands I have ever felt, is nestling my neck, a cradle for my soul to rest. Finally, I feel this otherworldly support, this man holding me, but to me he is more like a Greek god of the sky who's descended down from Heaven to break me open, shedding light in all directions, a supernova explosion awaiting his induced power.

Tenderly looking into my eyes, swiping the hair out of my face, his tongue comes closer to mine, and our wetness dances together. His beard goes mostly unnoticeable, and so does the rest of the beach, and it's just me, and his body and soul atop of me and I become his Idol of erotic worship.

His loving attention turns me into jelly multiple times, where he fills me up so hard with his lust that the swoon sends me spiraling out into space, and I just let go and close my eyes and smile, flying through indescribable bliss, I am now completely his. He continues this love dance, tenderly taking my fingers into his mouth, next my wrist, my forearm, all the way up to the belly of my arm, arousing unknown features of my being. Not leaving a single place unscathed, he now my Master, and I, his prisoner of complete surrender.

This could have gone on for hours or minutes, but eventually temptation pulls us up off the sand, making our way back to my apartment, I lay a sheet down on my bed to avoid sand infestation. Now my naked body is his canvas of artistic mastery. I got his full self that day, and he mine, a moment of timeless perfection. Him now a loose canon, a glory moment of culmination of everything he has gathered about a woman and desire.

His mouth, perfect in that moment, merged with my Bermuda Triangle and he became engulfed in my waters, swimming, hardly coming up for air, not minding that he is drowning into me. From my ass to my entrance, working my clit diligently as if his life depended on it. Again I am just a woman, just the fury of creationism, merely the one who creates and destroys worlds.  I feel like I am swallowing and birthing him simultaneously. He, the God of Light in my eyes, but also of corruption, splits me open. Never allowing my eyes to close to solely enjoy my pleasure, he beckons my attention;

"Look at me," he whispers into my soul, yet I know I will be punished if I don't. His natural dominance is in full control of the situation and he makes sure I know that his hand is swift and painful.

My eyes find his, steady, his hazel gaze outlined by a hard brow line, he doesn't let me waver.

"That's my girl. That's it. There it is," he says as his hands find their way into my G-spot, then deeper, faster, harder more. Until I am screaming, gripping the sheets, vibrating in desperate release, he pulls out suddenly, leaving me a mess of cries and moans of yearning, a mini orgasm of my entire body upon the recently created negative space.

His other hand is upon my jawline, pulling my mouth open as he drips is saliva into my open and willing orifice. He's Domming me, in charge of every move, drip, luster and fuck. I don't know how much longer I can wait for his cock, and thankfully relief comes, which is even more intense, hardly an antidote for the rest of his poison.

If this is death, then kill me. If I died by his hand that day, by cock, spit or come, I am a willing submissive slut to his wrath, his fury pounding inside of me, his force like Lightning from the sky, each rumble of thunder inside of me even shakes the walls. I witness him as godly vibrations emanating into my eyes, and through me, back into him. The most eloquent and violent dance of love, messy sweat and come dripping everywhere. Never quite letting go of his new prey, he makes sure every angle is pounded, the meat of my flesh made tender and meek to his strength. Tenderness evens out his force, mostly.

When he's had his take, he pulls his cock out, and finishes on me, marking his new prize, the Conqueror has won this time.  My favorite elixir of come upon my chest, face and pussy, I am more than delighted to wave my flag of defeat. I want to be filled with his liquid, and would if I didn't risk creating another being. He tastes sweet like maple syrup, mixed with the musky sweat of his pheromones, and I gratefully lay submerged in this perfect moment.

The fireworks subside outside my window, and the discord of knowing that I have slept with another man, and need to potentially tell the man that I’m currently with makes my heart sink. Or I could just break up with Mariano, which would honestly be easier. Let freedom (for kinky sex) ring.