A comet among stars
With our bodies colliding to the rhythm of kiss against kiss, we managed to reach the entrance to the portal. Inserting the keys became a game of wit and nervous laughter. Still nibbling on our lips, we managed to get through. Blake kicks the door shut, I hold him by the neck so he doesn't pull away. Once inside we let ourselves be carried away by the intensity of lonely lovers. My clothes begin to receive a deficient treatment in delicacy. Something similar happens to hers. We are both dry powder forgotten in front of the winter fireplace.
My shipwrecked body clings to its saving caresses. My heart beats like a military drum march. Pram. Pram. Pram. The taps are the signal for each garment to fly through the air. Blake's shirt is the first to start the journey. My fumbling fingers reach for the belt loop of his jeans to follow. He watches me, amused by my desperation.
-I don't see the point," I say when I finally get it.
My dress followed the same steps into the air as her pants. She is no longer smiling. Her face is hard with wicked touches. I don't remember if her fingers pulled down my zipper or mine raised her desire, or both at once, my head spins like a child at her first visit to the swings and I find myself unable to get off. I sway between the love of heaven and the passions of earth as I guffaw at the past.
The living room of the house is a field of two gladiators ready to fight, dying in the attempt. The clothes are scattered on the floor playing a fake hopscotch where the room is our final destination. From jump to jump our feet swing to remove our shoes and the remains of some rebellious garment. Our insatiable mouths hinder everything except the contact of skin against skin. Moving like spinning tops without their center Blake slams himself against the table, though he continues to kiss me as if there is no tomorrow. I slam him against one of the chairs, though I continue to kiss him as if there is no tomorrow. The pain of not having us is greater than any superfluous sensation.
My old thoughts of mistrust pile up on my feet and I baste them in the bucket of useless thoughts. The doubts of an abandoned child stop before my own raised hand, as I draw on the sandy ground of my life, a line where hopes cross the boundary of the future and regrets are left pointing to the past.
-I want you so much...
The crack of her raspy voice crashes against my neck as she digs under my bra. I stretch my back, offering him my full readiness. My skin burns inside. The cotton of her panties rubs against my crotch pressing her hardness against my growing feminine desire. My hands grip her back in fear of losing an inch of her fire. The selfishness of being his sole possessor floods my reasoning. The garment falls to the floor and my breasts harden as I feel the burning coal of her gaze. Firm hands grasp me and pull me back a few inches. I struggle to close the distance and push away the feeling of icy air that surrounds me not having him on me. He refuses. The wicked smile signals future torturously slow pleasures.
-You are beautiful...
It is a spring night. Moonlight streams in through the fully open blinds. The dimly lit room allows us to see the sexual by imagining the sensual. Our bodies itch and writhe within their own spring. The scent of desirous man breathes courage into my damaged self-esteem. Holding myself tightly I press my hands behind his neck tangling the jet waves in my fingers. I intertwine my fingers and insert my tongue into the warmth of his mouth. I bite there at every place my lips approach. The body tenses at the caresses of my teeth. I feel feminine and powerful.
-I have found you..." -the whisper of his words is almost imperceptible.
He pulls me away a few millimeters and slowly contours the edge of my face. My eyelid closes against the warmth of his touch. My neck cracks, giving way to him victoriously. My body records the sensation of his touch. With heavy lethargy he reaches my desire-laden breast. Heavy swaying between his fingers. The left hand secures our distance holding me tightly by the waist. I don't struggle to get closer. The pleasure of the touch of his fingers is so intense that my head is lost in thoughts of the most depraved sin. I feel as desired as the tulips in the springtime in Madrid.
-Look at me.
His words are a firm and tender command. He is so handsome that the desire to possess him explodes in my chest. The straight, muscular shoulders are pleasure made flesh. The broad torso is a triangle that narrows at the waist. The hair has a dark, confident line that disappears into taut briefs of appetite for me. For me! I want him to be mine. To surrender myself with the full security of knowing I won't be forgotten the minutes after.
I stretch out my hands nervously. I want to caress. To feel that I am worthy of this moment. Pupils dilated like a cat in the night glow wickedly. He doesn't move. He allows my fingers to inspect him. He's so handsome he'd melt winter ice. My fingertips run along his bare collarbone. Like an artist's brush I roam his shoulders caressing his bristling skin. Moving down to her hands I move back up her torso caressing the night silk hair that outlines it.
-Blake...
-I'm here," she says, closing her eyes as she feels my fingers run down her belly. You can play with me, caress me, or we can stop. Whatever you decide is fine with me.
-I don't think you can," I say, stroking the prominent hardness over the cotton of my underpants.
-I would do anything for you," the seriousness is mixed with desire.
-I want to let myself go. I want us to be all that you say... I want to try it.
-Honey, we are not an attempt, we are a truth. Ours.
My skin crawls. I want to cling to the comet of pink trails and not discover if I am in a superfluous reality or in the fiction of my own romantic dreams. I need to fill the emptiness that sails in my orphaned entrails. To belong without feeling like an abandoned wreck. A girl who deserves more than charity.
-I wish you...
-I want you too. I'm crazy about you," he says, grabbing my hand and holding it over his heart. His chest heaves wildly. I've had sex with other women, but the feeling that unites us is like nothing I've ever felt before you. What is born here," he presses my hand hard against his heartbeat, "travels a greater distance than desire. I want to sink into your body as much as I want to pick you up from work on a rainy afternoon.
-Blake..." My hands free themselves to frame the hard, masculine face. A lock of jet hair covers half his forehead - Is this real? Are you?
The smile widens between my fingers glistening a pristine smile.
-If you accept me, I will be as much yours as the air you breathe.
-I accept you," the voice barely leaves my throat. I accept you....
Hands release my cheeks sliding down my back. His lips seek mine, drinking in the stifled moans. Tongues meet recognizing in each other's taste the seasoning of our feelings. Tongues like spears clashing uncontrollably. I lean in and give myself willingly. His hands grip my waist, lifting me to his height. Like ivy I wrap my legs around his hips and let myself go. My nose rests on his. Our gazes eat at each other in a struggle of desire. Bodies tense and breaths rise and fall in agitated gasps. Stifled words leave the silence to express its emotions. Before his bed he gently drops me. I hold him and drag him with me. I don't want to lose him.
-I'm not going anywhere. His eyes sparkle with carnal crimes.
My skin bristles at the surge of his own need. I stretch my lips and open in total readiness. I don't want to wait. Tender, erotic words follow each other in a storm of passion that would shame me outside these four walls. Ruben was my first boyfriend, but my heart confesses that I never got to wrap him up like Blake does. As a teenager and inexperienced, I thought I was in love. My reality makes it clear that those frictions did not reach the initial level of caresses. Blake dismantles and rebuilds me into a biting Sofia turning the world into a delicious apple.
-I've been intimate with Ruben," I say, leaning the dead weight of my body back against the mattress so he can see the clarity of my sincerity. His agitated breathing stops in front of my face. Fingers cling with painful strength to my naked waist. The darkness in her pupils turns to dangerous mist. The air is forced out of him. He fears my confession. I caress her face, "but I've never made love. I want to know what it feels like to be loved.
-Heaven...
His body comes closer pressing me without choking me. His mouth kisses my lips and drifts to my breasts, continuing its navigation to my waist. His hand slowly runs down my body until it plays with the elastic of my panties. Unhurriedly, it slips warmly inside my underwear. The mouth, meanwhile, drives me crazy nibbling on the side of my pelvis. The loving tickling is deadly. I am between laughing and crying with pleasure. His fingers oblivious to my suffering move slowly inside my softness. The heat floods me and devastates me. The soft bites move up my body until they reach that hollow between my head and throat. Long, expert fingers continue to madden that corner where the wetness turns into thick honey.
-No one will make you feel like me. No one will love you like I do," he repeats, mixing kisses with nibbles just behind my ear. His hand continues to play in and out in an increasingly intense and exciting way.
I moan as I feel his mouth reach my face and taste me to the deepest corner of my hidden skin. The words follow one after the other as his hand drags my panties to my feet. The coldness of feeling myself naked is soothed against the body that positions itself on top. I move my hands to help him get totally naked. My skin clamors for his touch.
Free of every garment we collide in irrepressible desire. I am dense and burning lava. The head travels before a room that disappears. We are he and I before a world that has ceased to exist. His mouth stops. The body rises just enough millimeters so that I can look him in the face. He finds and picks up my hand to take it to his heart.
-Listen... do you feel it? It's you. You are as much mine as I am yours. Don't ever doubt it.
I can't think about what he says. He takes over my mouth so fast that I raise my legs to lock them behind his back. I close my eyes and my head falls back. I hear the tearing of plastic wrap. The heat of his body is summer sun on my bare skin.
-Look at me.
I obey with the heaviness of desire in my eyes.
-Say it. I want to hear you say you're mine. Say it.
-Make love to me..." I let my head fall to the side as I wrap my legs around her waist. I want him to fill the immense distance that separates us.
-Say it," he orders firmly and with a slight touch of desperation.
-Blake..." His fingers dig into my wet body. I moan as I feel him inside.
-Say you are mine and I will be totally yours. His agitation forces me to open my eyes.
A second finger enters my body pulling out a desperate desire.
-I am yours. I want to be yours. I want you. Please... I need you.
A deep kiss and the weight of his heavy, firm body thrusts to enter me. The possessive moan as he buries himself floods the room. My body surrenders to his dominance. Lost in my kisses he pulls out and in again. This time with greater intensity than the first. The pain of the invasion pushes me back. My body has been unguided for too long. His breath collides with my lips. The hard, taut body stops inside my wetness.
-Are you all right?
-Yes, it's just that... I've been so long that...
-Mia...
The deep voice is as thick as it is deep. The warmth of my wetness envelops its now slower hardness. My body relaxes and surrenders.
-You...I...-she whispers, moving lethargically-we...were born to be like this...always...-a bite to my lips stops her words.
Hips rise and fall fitting into mine. Neither of us blinks. He pulls away just the right distance to propel himself as deep as our gazes. The rhythm finds us and quickens. My hips rise seeking complete possession. I need more. The softness is no longer needed. The strong hand grips my waist helping me ascend. For a moment he pulls further away than desired. I search his eyes for the answer to my torment. I want to devour him with the bites of my sex. I stretch out my arms begging for him to fill me again. The wicked smile tells me he's not willing to give in.
-Do you feel it? It's the emptiness of not having me. Only I can make you feel complete. We were born to belong to each other. We are all we need. You are part of me.
The pain of his absence overcomes me. The cold air settles inside my wet and desolate body.
-Come in. I can't take it anymore.
He kisses me accepting my madness. His body drops down filling me to my deepest depths. Our moans collide with the walls. He thrusts again and again. Hard, hard, possessive. Just the way I needed it.
-Blake...
The air is thick. The spring night envelops us in its nocturnal colors. My body tenses and I lose track of whether today is tomorrow and yesterday was a waste of time.
My body convulses and devours it in bites. Hundreds of stars shine in my closed pupils. My heart bursts with indiscreet moans. His head leans agitated against my neck.
-Love...
Her body collapses as mine savors the triumph by squeezing out the last drop of her desire.