Authors: Veronica Melan
But Hulk helped me to get out of this awkward situation - just not the way I expected him to...
Instead of saying something, he lifted the blanket and rolled directly onto me. Before I could say a word, his thighs were between my spread legs and his elbows were leaning on the pillow on both sides of my head.
“Ok, let’s talk.”
At first I couldn’t make a sound. Something big and hard, covered with fabric, was now pressing against my groin and the lower part of my body was pressed into the mattress by the weight of a man.
I just gasped, realising how helpless I was, and because I unwillingly responded to this closeness with convulsive contractions of my abdominal muscles.
What’s going on with me? The blindness only added vulnerability, increasing the sensation of every touch.
Hulk halted. He wasn’t in a rush to act, which scared me at first; he was just lying on top of me, as if giving me a chance to get used to that intimate feeling of his body being so close to mine. Even though he wasn’t moving, the bulge that was pressing into my crotch, made me feel pretty nervous. It was not because I was afraid of what might happen, but because my body’s reaction was too acute. I’ve never got aroused so quickly before. It was new to me, almost painfully pleasant, and completely out of control which was very unusual.
“I can’t talk... like that.”
“Yes, you can”. Hulk lips tickled my temple, “That's exactly how I want to talk to you. To be sure you understand what I mean.”
I involuntarily jerked upward trying to, at least, reduce the contact with the protruding male’s part, but my attempt wasn’t successful - the top of my head immediately pushed against the pillow, which pressed against the bed’s headboard. In the end, I just rubbed once again on something I was trying to avoid. The place where we touched became even more sensitive and began to pulsate weakly, sending some warm waves from my lower stomach up throughout my body.
I swallowed, twitched again and froze; Hulk, of course, noticed that.
“Hush-hush...” His fingers gently stroked my forehead and temples, “We’ll just talk at first. No need to worry.”
“Talk?” I could barely control my thoughts.
“Yes, talk. I want you to understand and realise the importance of what I’m going to say. Ok?
“I’ll try.”
He continued stroking my hair.
“I'm not a little boy, and I came into your life not just for a day or two and I am not about to leave. I understand the meaning of being "together" and I understand why the closeness in all aspects is so important to you.
His words sounded quiet and serious, and I was desperately sorry that at this very moment I couldn’t see his face, the expression of his eyes and the emotions reflected in them.
“... and I’m ready to answer any of your questions.”
I gasped with relief.
“Really?”
“Really. But there are some subjects I have no right to talk about even now. You have to understand it. There aren’t many, but they do exist.”
“I understand.”
For the first time I allowed myself to put my hands on his broad shoulders, hug them, touch his warm skin with my fingers. Then his neck... it was tense; his unshaved face tingled with bristles...
Hulk’s organ reacted instantly, pressing into my underwear even harder, while he was not moving, not letting himself lose control.
Instead, Hulk said:
“In order to prove to you that I’m serious about us and to avoid any unnecessary doubts I am ready to answer your questions right now. Ask.”
It wasn’t easy to lie under an aroused man, try to hold back my own excitement and to think all at the same time. But I forced myself to focus - it was important to hear what Hulk has to say on the matter of the “closed” subjects that were taboo for everyone else but the one who he chose to be “his”.
“Okay.” My brain was working feverishly, while my lower abdomen was still painfully demanding the continuation of this sensual game, “What was your profession before you entered Tally?”
Hulk gently ran his lips on my cheek, rubbed his nose against the delicate skin on my neck and said, “I worked for the Special Force Unit, serving for the Commission.”
“What was your role?”
“We don’t have specific names. The Squad is trained for variety of things.”
“Including killing?”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t surprised.
“How many people are there in the Unit?”
“Twelve.” Hulk’s lips slowly touched the corner of my mouth, sealing it with a kiss.
“Names?” I began to get carried away with the excitement, but was still trying to ignore the subtle and slow caresses.
“I cannot say.”
“Ok. Was it your choice to live in Tally?”
“No.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Can you leave this city?”
“No.”
Whew! I realised that I just got a piece of information that significantly changed the picture in my imagination and got silent. So, even the “owners” here were not as free as they seemed. Or was it just about Hulk? I will have to clarify this later. My brain quickly packed the new information away, unable to focus on long logical chains. By that moment Hulk’s lips has already fully seized mine; his tongue was slowly and rhythmically investigating my mouth, stroking and caressing. My thoughts were eluding, blood heated up immensely. Soon all of this will be impossible to ignore. I desperately wanted to stop questioning him, but the opportunity was too good to drop it now.
Breathing heavily, I tried to compress my legs to no avail - the moisture had seeped through my thin knickers, my body fiercely wanted his hard and hot part that was so sweetly pressing on me, to finally penetrate inside. To push, to invade, to fill...
“You are not playing fairly!” I gasped, scratching his strong back with my nails.
“No. Because I want you badly.” The row of kisses tracked along my neck and below. My breasts were extremely sensitive awaiting their turn of ravenous lips.
“I’m not able to ask my questions, when I want you to...”
“Want me to?...”
Hulk was smiling. I couldn’t see, but I knew it.
I could not hold on any longer.
I was not about to act like a shrinking g violet.
“I want you to enter me.”
An imperceptible movement of his hand and the head of his penis - swollen, thick and demanding - brazenly squeezed into the slippery opening. But only for a few centimetres and then stopped.
I sharply exhaled and shot towards it - that’s it, he’s almost mine, almost inside of me - only the one who was won and lost at the same time could feel so sweet. But instead of letting me move, Hulk nailed my hips to the bed.
“No, before this happens, I want you to answer my question.”
I fell silent, waiting for it.
“Yes, I wasn’t playing completely fair this morning, but I am ready to answer your questions any time after, you can be sure of it. However, now you know enough about me to make a decision. Shereen, do you want me to become your man?”
The way his arms and neck tightened under my fingers, I realised how important it was for him to hear the answer – just like it was for me earlier on. Did Hulk really think I could give him a negative answer? Maybe he was afraid that I would, because he had just admitted that he was a member of the killer’s squad? But that didn’t frighten me, it was rather exciting.
“Of course, you are a bad boy...” I couldn’t resist teasing him, and Hulk reacted with a growl and pushed inside for another couple of centimetres, making me choke with a sweet delight, “But you're mine now. And I don’t know how to half love somebody.”
“Do you know how to love your other half then?”
“My other half?...”
“Yes, Shereen. Because I am your other half.”
These words went directly under my skin, passing through all sorts of barriers, and as soon as they reached the core of my heart, Hulk slowly and inevitably entered me.
*****
It is boring to be blind.
It’s, of course, also uncomfortable, but most of the time - it’s boring. There are not many things blind people can do: they can think, get lost in memories, listen or talk.
But to be blind and happy isn’t that bad.
At breakfast I was happily chasing my sausages on the plate with a fork, trying to catch and eat them. I was complaining that it was the right time to start feeding me some ice cream, because my mouth would never miss that dessert. Hulk was telling me about his plans for the day ahead and was smiling and listening. He was also beaming, despite the fact that this morning promised to be full of things that required his attention.
Right after breakfast Tabitha took me to the kitchen, where I was delighted to listen to her stories about how things were in her daily life, or if she had to leave the kitchen I would enjoy listening to the music coming from the old radio; I haven’t listened to any music for God knows how long. Plus a raspberry pie was taken out from the oven a few minutes ago, and I was indulging in a piece of it. Could this day get any better?
The world around me, despite the lack of vision, had blossomed with bright colours. The sun was warm, the birds were twittering their uncomplicated melodies from the tree crowns, dishes were clattering, someone was mildly quarrelling in the kitchen, and an absolute idyll was prevailing inside of me.
I sighed happily.
Now I had everything that any woman dreams of - my own man! Attentive, caring, strong, polite and absolutely wonderful. And totally mine! I could go every over every moment of last night for hours - cuddles, words and gestures. Just the thought of it would fill me up with such warmth, as if now I had an autonomous sun integrated in my heart. Tabitha was smiling, sensing my happy mood. Although I couldn’t see her face, I could still feel my happiness reflecting in her, as if it was passing from heart to heart, multiplying and intensifying.
The ranch, that was like a prison to me before, suddenly and unexplainably transformed into something else. How was that possible? I didn’t have the answer, but it’s happened. Now, the corn fields became "mine", the neighbourhood was familiar, the dust and bracelets turned into a usual attribute of people in Tally, the heat was tolerable, the orange mountains became picturesque, and this mansion - almost a "home." What a miracle!
I shook my head. It was impossible to imagine how much the environment can change if you’d just alter your attitude. After all, the physical world around did not change, just my perception of it did, and that was enough to paint everything with new colours.
They say “It doesn’t matter where you are, it only matters who you are with”, and for the first time in my life, I truly knew the meaning of this.
Everything had changed. Everything - inside, outside, far from me and near me - it just became different.
Even this kitchen felt cosy.
Of course, there was still a serious and sensible part inside of me, frowning and wondering how long I'll stay in Tally, and what my life will look like, since I was still a prisoner, albeit living with my beloved.
But it wasn’t the right time to think about that at the moment. Later I will.
Yes, I still had the bracelet on my wrist, and it will probably remain there for some time, but I was quite certain that Hulk will bring up this subject soon; as well as many other ones. Therefore, I patted the serious and logical "Shereen" on the shoulder and continued to enjoy this wonderful day. At the end of the day, there was never “another” moment in life, but only "here and now", and since all the talk about tomorrow or yesterday was just an illusion, why wouldn’t I just stay in harmony with the world, as the world was so loyal and wonderful to me right now?
I found another juicy berry on top of the pie, and it went straight into my mouth.