A Moment in 

Time

As the rain beats steadily on the windows of their bedroom, she slips out of her thin robe –
the robe that hugs the exquisite shape of her and leaves nothing to the imagination.

He’s asked her to slip out of it, the question, the soft sound of his voice, hanging in the air as
she unties the threads that hide her form.

She squirms on the spot, wrestling the robe out from under her, but her eyes never leave his.
Earthy, he thinks, as she looks up at him, like the green of a rainforest ground. Her lips part
ever so slightly, giving him a glimpse at the – he can’t help but laugh inside in his own mind
in utter disbelief – perfect alignment of her teeth.

Everything about her transfixes him, the melodious sound of her voice, the way her eyes
flicker between warrior woman to obedient pup, the shape of her legs – legs for days, he
jokes to her – and then feels bad, thinking like a misogynistic jerk, even though the other part
of him knows he is twisting his own mind.

Twisting reality.

The robe passes over her breasts, the black star print of the fabric rippling across the shape of
her nipple hardening underneath. Then it slowly pulls back the curtain, slowly revealing her
bare breasts.

Bare breasts that rise with her deep breath…then falls back down as her body deflates.

Is she nervous? He wonders, looking into her eyes that express nothing. They’re glassy,
dreamy, like a cartoon cat or animated lady adoring something.
Adoring him? No. Surely not. Why? That can’t be. Why – and more importantly – how?

How can that be?

The robe hangs on the edges of their bed together – then slips away, floating to the floor
where it’ll lay for the remainder of their evening.

Now she lays beneath him, completely naked, and he looks to her as if he’s seeing her naked
for the first time.

That feeling never goes away. It’s always the same – his stomach twisting as he takes in how
her hair rests, how her eyes glitter, how the muscles of her neck seem to tighten in
anticipation when she swallows.

Her topless self, sometimes even naked self, soaking in the sun, brings out a beast he wrestles
with.

Is it selfish? Is it possessiveness? Is it both?

And she knows this to be true. She winks and her eyes take on a glint as she smirks. Oh, she
knows what he’s wrestling with. One time afterward she even kissed him on the cheek and
brought his hand up to cup her breast, feeling the radiating warmth.

He took in the heat, and let her feel his own, his twitching cock, as she led him to the
bedroom where they let out their animals together.

He can see she wants to ask what he’s thinking of as he kneels beside her – so he gets to the
point. He plucks out the red marker and her eyes find it instantly.

“I want to write on you how I feel about you.” He says.

He wants to say more, the words are there, but he has a feeling if he does, he’s going to
jumble them up and it’ll come out a mess.

Instead he gets to his plan.

His cock is aching, standing to attention. His erection happened instantly. She always that
effect on him. He wants to squeeze it, wrap his hands around its shaft and SQUEEZE but he
stills himself.

He writes across the tips of her breasts in his scrawl GORGEOUS KITTEN.

She winces at the letter G – then giggles. A smile breaks out across her ever-reddening face.

“It’s cool.” She says softly.

Around her left areola he writes BITE ME – and on her right SUCK ME.

It’s getting harder for him to gather his cool. He can smell the scent of her and suddenly his
mouth waters like he’s been wandering the desert.
Going vertically down her chest, he writes the words L-O-V-E-D.

Her cute little stomach rises with what he hopes is a stomach flip of her own.

“Are you having fun there?”

“The time of my life.”

His voice comes out in a drawl, his mind on the next set of words that will run across her
cute, soft silky thighs – PRETTY LITTLE PLAY THING.

“Genuine question – are you going to help me wash this off later?”

He couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face, the smile he got from just hearing her
playful sass.

“You keep going, I think I’ll just watch you wash it off myself.”

“Could you resist that?”

“I’m going to take you pretty hard when I’m done here.”

He couldn’t resist the bait.

“Oh, I’m sure you are.”

He looked up from where he was hovering the marker over her left thigh. She looked back at
him, smirking.

So, he wrote MISS BRAT.

She lifted her leg up to get a look and craned her neck.

“That’ll teach me.”

He simply looked at her and put his hand on her thigh – she giggled at his touch – and
lowered it back down.

But something must’ve held her still. She did not say another word as he wrote across her
legs – INCREDIBLE – nor did she giggle.

His mind was already on flipping over, on drawing across her ass the word MINE.

On pulling her up to her knees and slipping into her from behind so fast and hard and furious
because fast and hard and furious seemed like the only word to SATIATE his pulsating cock.

On slipping back into that frenzy of parting her lips and feeling her around him as she gives
herself over to him, shedding and shredding and cracking open her skin as she transforms into
her own animal.
But one second at a time.

One word at a time.