Gently stroke the back of your hand across my face and let it take all the cares of the world and simply erase them from existence. Cup my face in your time-worn hands and look deeply into these eyes. There you will find what your heart commands, ‘tis no surprise and I shall show you no resistance.
All I ask is, take your time and let me savor your touch as you savor the sight of this woman who is prepared to give herself, completely, to you. Yes, let me ask this much of you, ‘tis only right for a man to allow his woman to feel it all as she falls under your spell, before falling through...
My heart beat increases in preparation of that kiss that hovers near my lips but does not yet occur. What the hell are you waiting for? Do you not feel my anticipation for this? What must I do to feel that first soft brush of your mouth against mine? I close my eyes and pray this is real and I am swallowed in the hush within the room, the consent is not resigned.
Closer, you come. The smell of you, that musky maleness that excites me without even trying. I bury my face under yours and inhale something animal coming to the surface, your dark skin against my paleness contrasts perfectly, the husky moans blend into lusty sighings. Come closer, love, come into my skin. Let me feel you in every way - both without and within.
Hush, you say, as you put your finger to my lips before placing it inside of my mouth as if searching for the words so you can pull them out and place them on the nightstand. I suck gently on one finger, then two - giving each syllable I dare not speak to you, just you. You remove your fingers and I lay my cheek within your hand. Within your hand, my love. Waiting for your command.
The silence lays bare your heartbeat. I can hear it combine and synchronize with my own; hypnotizing me, taking me out of body to atone and relinquish my power over to this experience. All inhibitions are extinguished more and more until I become deliriously wanton with insatiable desire. Come quench the fire, love. Come quench the heat of this desire.
One single sigh escapes me and your lips are quick to rescue the breath and return it to me, safely behind your rhythmic breathing that seems to quicken, then relax, and quicken again. Your breath is warm and moist against my skin as you slowly brush your lips across the nape of my neck and then return to the solitude beneath my earlobe and jawline. Your breath leaves a trail along the lines of my neck as you add enough suckling to mark the places in which you shall no doubt return, like buds on the vine.
I can feel the blood pulled to the surface each time you stop to mark the places you do not want to forget. I assure you, I have memorized each of these points of interest and will direct you back safely to the places you seek. Just follow these delicate rosettes.
As if I were part of an anatomy class and you were studying the whole of a woman’s body, discovering how it works, how it responds to stimuli, how it is both strong in its capacity to accept this pleasured assault and weak from the desires for more - more intensity, more depth, more feeling, more desire, more life. More life, let me feel alive. Let your tongue slice through my skin like a hot knife to butter, let your mouth pull the very life force from my bone, through the skin and into you, let your breath burn me to the quick as it volleys both heat and cold, creating a shutter that shakes the whole of my body, now limp in your arms. Pull me to you. Show me all the places I’ve not been shown.
Slip your shirt off and allow me to see the sheen that glistens with a light covering of sweat. Allow me to lick your neck and follow the sinews from clavical to chest and linger there, tasting the slight saltiness and letting my tongue and hands measure the tautness of your physique. Oh no, my love, do not ask me to stop yet, I am not ready to put this moment to rest. The night is young and I am finding everything about you to be so amazingly unique.
Your nipples taut as well, standing upright waiting for my lips to caress them and nibble just enough to get their attention. But, I have other places to explore and my self-control held in suspension as my mind screams out for more.
You have anticipated this moment and knew I’d become lost adoring you with such abandon. You gently push me just far enough away that you can slip my blouse off without much awareness, releasing my bra with one swift twist, lying me down upon the bed for your exploring. I wondered if you could ever be careless and forget yourself as you bring my arms above my head and hold me fast by the wrists, totally absorbed in your pleasure yet there will be no ignoring each and every inch of my body. I keep asking myself, “Am I ready?”
Your hands release my wrists and stroke my arms, back and forth as you look me over again and again as if to memorize every cell of my being. Sitting weightless on top of my hips and continuing to stroke my arms, you bring your mouth to mine and the kiss is both shallow, with suckles here and nibbles there and then deep and deeper as I realize how freeing this feels. I am alive and dancing upon your lips, your tongue offered for the play. Feeding me your breath, your tongue, your lips and I am experiencing multiple deaths, it has begun. Oh, my god, it has begun.
My hips want to thrust against you but you will not allow it. My hands want to touch you in places not yet touched and you will not allow it. You move to undo my jeans and ease them off without any hesitation from me, I will not disavow it. And, I watch you in the shadows undo your own jeans and let them fall to the floor... what have the gods created? What is this that my eyes see? Gods endow, take me now. Oh, I don’t know what any of this means - take me now!
Shhh, you whisper into my ear and I wonder how you manage to keep yourself so disciplined in moments of pure lust. “Let me take over from here, my dear. I promise not to leave you wanting when I am finished here.” All I can do is obey him, whatever he wishes for he shall have, he possesses all my trust.
A small pool of perspiration has accumulated in the sinews of my abdomen and he laps it up as if it were succulent and sweet. I feel the quivering again. My breathing, somewhat erratic as he slows his pace to allow me to regain composure. Each time our lips meet, I become even more desperate for the decadent and the incomplete. Come now, please, am I not complete enough in this exposure?
His hands trace down toward my stomach but he directs me to keep my hands where they are above my head. I obey. He leans forward and begins to devour every inch of my torso as if he were a vampire lapping up essence oozing from every pore where I’ve bled for him. The more frenzied he becomes in his excitement the more I envy his ability to please me with his own brand of enlightenment. I want to push him away and feed upon him as he did me, I want to push him further down where his efforts will both toy with me and destroy me with pleasures I don’t think I will be able to endure and remain alive. But, I am alive, more alive than I’ve ever been before.
One hand slipped beneath my back, instantly I arch upward in response, knowing he has all the control now. He knows exactly what to do and how to do it... well.
His other hand gently nudges against my thigh then he pushes it into place. For now, this is how I must remain, awaiting what I know will become the fairytale I will never tell.
His kisses completely cover me creating an overwhelming need. He removes the hand from my leg, leaving the hand beneath my back, and cups the chalice from which he will soon drink. The membrane swelling and rising up. This is how the nectar is to be released from the lotus flower that will feed. There will be no lack, no disguising the reactions that will unfold within the hour.
There now, he has found the purpose of his quest. The hand upon my back now joins with his other as he spreads my legs apart. I am so open and vulnerable to his control. His mouth is replaced by the strength of his tongue, moving slowly to its prize. And, I can hear my moans in the distance as if the sounds are separated from my body and hanging in the air, somewhere.
Surely I will be put to the test now that we have moved past the start and moved onward to the taunting that rips me to my soul. Reality as I once knew it has been replaced by another that should not come as a surprise. It was always there, the unspoken understanding that he would own me and I would never be able to prepare for this. I close my eyes and allow him to take what he needs, giving in return, an abundance of feeling that overtakes me in wave after wave. I do not want to be saved, no, do not save me, let me follow wherever he leads.
With surgical precision, his tongue vibrates against the hardened pearl that has arisen to greet the sensation with a passionate throbbing of its own. The moment is rising, getting closer to the pinnacle of endurance then, there it is... arching inside the pleasure, he immediately wraps his lips around it, maintaining the rhythmic vibration and begin to bite and then suck it into his mouth entirely.
My body quakes as the moments unfurl and I have followed his direction into the unknown. There is no lack of temperance, he understands the measure of my enjoyment, my response to this overwhelming sensation that I have given to him in its entirety.
My legs are spread even further so he can bury his face in the flow, ingesting what he can. Yes, it is completed and the remnants of his efforts are flowing freely as he summons it forth. His breath feels cool as if he is blowing gently to soothe the muscles as they begin to loosen from their contractions. A finger enters and curls upward, discovering the source of these testaments to the man who now holds my life in his hands. How am I to stop him now? I can’t even control these reactions. No stopping him now, I think I have chosen to allow it to continue. Who am I fooling? I am responding to his unspoken commands.
Two fingers moving against the spot that will surely surrender, giving up with a passion so strong that I, dare I say it, I will lose control. Did I ever have control? Harder and faster he strokes and just as I predicted, I have no control as my body empties and once again he meets the goal and buries his face in the softness there. He seems to lose himself in the flow as if addicted, afflicted, committed.
No words are exchanged, they are not needed. He rises up as if he would beat his chest, the conqueror. I see his erection clearly. This will surely be what completes me and destroys me. I rise up enough to taste him. My tongue feels for the tip as his member engorges, even more, making me want him with passion and trepidation. Passion wins and I lap at the length of his manhood, he unsheathed sword, taking it into my mouth and pulling him deep, sucking and bobbing and listening to him moan and growl like a dog about to mount his bitch.
My desire to feed on him, swallow him, complete him and then ask for more is merely a dream. He will not waste this moment by asking me to drink from him. I must abandon my expectations and heed his word, “Stop.”
I obey and he quickly turns me over. I wonder if I should remain silent or scream. He enters slowly, inching his way in so as not to rip me or cause me pain. As he works his way in deeper, it seems as if I felt something pop, yes - he has opened up the nether regions to their fullest to accept him as he begins to move in and out of me, teasing. I don’t know how much more I can take of this sensation, but I allow him to continue without hesitation. Faster, deeper, faster still, thrusting harder and then I hear him release the sound of something insane. Don’t stop pleasing yourself. Don’t stop pleasing me. Thrust if you must and let your passion drain out of you. Put your pleasured milk inside this vessel and we may recover and repeat it all again.
Slowly he pulls out of me and I feel the rush of fluids follow in what seems to be a flood of his release as it runs down my inner thighs. Yes, this is life’s blood, not red, but white without stain, holy excrementals for two lovers as each dies without the pain of death.
Again, he gently leads me to my back and lies atop me supporting the fullness of his weight with one arm. He takes his hand and as he looks lovingly into my eyes, searching for something that is no longer inside of me but resides in him, he brushes the hair away from my face and lowers himself down upon this body, still warm. To my surprise, he has found the petals from the rosebuds he created when we began and now follows them back. Taking his time to kiss each mark made and suck just a little more so they won’t fade.
Each nipple awaits its turn with an odd yearning now that I am spent and every muscle in my body is limp from his loving, his lusting, his adoration and command of each and every cell of my being. He follows them like breadcrumbs to find his way back from... where? Lover, tell me you completely lost yourself there and now search for yourself inside of me. Pinning my arms once again, above my head, he kisses my neck, the nape, then back around to that supple area beneath my jawline. Taking his time before his mouth meets mine and the kiss is more than his mouth upon my lips. No, he is kissing me with a feeling that swells up inside of him and must be released safely to the woman who now holds his soul within her. I accept. We will let it be what it is meant to be or whatever you need for it to be.
Over and over, I relive the experience as if we were engaged and entangled in poses that serve to excite and reward each of us. His presence exposes his unnerving accord created by his gentle hand and my unwavering trust.
Sleep now, lover, sleep. Let us fall into the deep and perhaps our dreams will soon repeat. Till then, I am completed and you are depleted. So, sleep now and follow me into the deep.
