Untitled Story (Hopefully Enjoy)
2:09am & the DJ in my head is hard at work. “Applause”, mounds and mounds of it varying & mastered, poured into a box. The stir of echoes reverberating ever more intensely. It feels like trying to remaster the sound of torrential rain. Your voice is the sugar in this creation, poured in over the clapping. Cut with grunts & profanity, your harmony with the tempo of applause makes each crescendo sound like lightening touching down.
No point closing my eyes…
Reality bends to the thought of being inside you…
Staring at the ceiling so hard it folds forward…
The only thing real is the sound of your voice…
No point closing my eyes…
It’s not that I can’t recall the things you say. More so I try my best to keep enough air out your lungs to speak. No words necessary, meld with me, bind with me, engulf me enough to nourish your form. Hands pat against my forearms for a break, but in on autopilot. Though the rain steadies, a more intentional approach in needed at this moment. Your teeth sinking into my flesh as I widen while slowing to a crawl inside you.
That is the question at hand…
Heaven feels like being wrapped in a memory…
Fluids make me feel precognitive…
The question remains ahead the gains…
You feel my heart beating against your erect nipples. Your hands caress my shoulders, neck, biceps, forearms, back. Nature inviting me into serenity always affords me a second wind. I push up to make proper eyes contact before me begin again. Lips negotiating the terms of the round, mediating the needs of the that body, affectation in the simplicity of affirmation a kiss brings. Your toes curl back as you feel him form into a crescent.
As you start to talk shit my hand covers your mouth, the other your neck, & a lean just far enough to stare into your eyes. Enough that as you stare into mine you see the truth. These moments feel otherworldly because we are lost in time. Eyes black as sin pierce that beautiful mind & seed deep in your thoughts. Your tongue, breaths, saliva press against my palm. Your heartbeats start to throb at the tempo of my stroke…
(Moistening around it as I release your mouth.)
(Your pants deep & heavy as you feel it building.)
As I pull back to thrust into you She explodes across the bed. A saxophone spiraling out a note along my waist. I release your neck as you gasp deeper, stomach heaving as you leak between your ass cheeks. Clit humming, throbbing, vibrating as my tip massages against it. Your eyes glazed, the corners of your mouth glistening, my fingers rub against Her sensitive walls. Swabbing them along the inside of your mouth; the warmth of your breath crashing along my knuckles.
I place fresh from your mouth into my own. Thrusting slowly into you until your voice hitches again. “I missed you…” is followed by a kiss on the cheek. Shaft throbbing every other thrust, your hands on my chest. “I missed Her…” before kissing your forehead. Curving into a crescent again, balls pressing against your ass. “I need one more mess Baby…” right as my teeth graze your collarbone.
You wrap one hand around my neck, the light in your eyes no longer visible. You lick your lips in such a sinister way before whining through your climax. Smattering the essence of you into my pores. Gripping harder you feel harden even more; you know I like that shit. Your eyes grow warm as you feel yourself about to make a fresh mess.
My tongue rides along your chin…
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