David's Apartment # 2 (continued from Meeting David for Coffee. My imagination goes to dark places.)

As Lauryn gradually regained consciousness she dreamed she was dancing, her body swaying next to another. Then she heard the gentle slapping of skin and realized she was with a man. As her eyes cleared, the man pulled away from her and she saw his face.    
   
David’s cock danced over her triumphantly as if it were an independent being freshly reborn from her womb. She looked down at it and then felt one, no two jets of hot fluid landing on her forehead. Then another thrown to her cheek just below her left eye.    
   
David didn’t say a word but looked down at his dancing member with a smile that seemed to say, this second dose of Lauryn was better than the first.    
   
Another jolt from the cock landed on her breast hot and heavy. Was that four of five. Neither of them would have known. Lauryn's eyes were those of a fearful animal falling prey to one of more weight and power. She saw David as a merciless snake and wondered how he had deceived her so.    
   
Then Lauryn saw the ending of his orgasm.  Three or four lesser jolts oozed from from David’s unattended cock and landed on her stomach. She marveled at how hot the little puddle felt against her skin.    
   
Part of her wanted to wipe it away in disgust but the fingers of her left hand found their way to the puddle and touched its warmth. Her right hand clasped that independent thing that still hovered over her and began to stroke it instinctively.    
   
Suddenly, another man’s face appeared. His eyes were sad. It was Joseph.    
   
“Oh God, what have I done?” Lauryn’s voice cracked weakly.    
   
Her eyes drifted back to David’s face. He was creeping forward on his hands and knees until he touched her lips with the tip of his cock. Lauryn turned her head and he slid to the side against her cheek. He didn’t seem to notice her rejection. His eyes were far away and dark. They were the eyes of a man of endings, not beginnings, a man given to hate, not love.    
   
As David straddled Lauryn’s core, she felt the weight of him remembering that he'd gotten her coffee before they left the shop.    
   
"My coffee?" she whispered.    
   
He didn't answer but stared blankly at the wall behind her. She wondered what he saw. She thought of his wife and suspected he did too.    
   
The moment David’s hands found Lauryn’s neck, she began to understand the depths of his darkness.