Date: Fri, 12 Dec 1997 13:02:13 PST
He'd learned the most delicate of touches.
First he'd churn deep into me bumping into the mouth of my womb
I'd be gasping with every thrust wanting this man arching over me to go deeper still to tip my hips up and pierce my heart
when I was close, so close I was spreading my legs further and drawing them up to my chest
he would stop moving and look at me as if seeing me in passion's throes made me a different person than the one he first led by the hand to the bed
he'd slowly pull out as if afraid to hurt me
I was wild for him trying to wrap my arms my legs around him keep him in me hard and deep
my god he felt so good in me
but slowly and steadily he'd pull out of me
taking his cock in hand and with my legs still up over his shoulders he'd touch me the most delicate of touches like a painfully intimate kiss, moving the smooth wet head up between my lips, barely skimming my vulva, a whisper of a touch, no more than a bead of moisture connecting us but I could feel it like a 110-lightbulb
the counter-clockwise circles soft little brushes up and down and then the focus in smaller and smaller circles
and he's kissing me the same way, licking my lips and teasing the tip of my tongue with his until I am higher, wilder than I was before
I make a small noise, frustration, trying to get him to kiss me harder he's slipping away the touches on both my mouths lighter still
He moves his chest away until all I feel is that tiny liquid contact between my legs winding around in the same maddening pattern my noises higher and higher pitched
and he stops for the barest of seconds
and starts again
I open my eyes he's kneeling between my legs guiding his cock with great concentration and a slightly furrowed brow I flex my muscles and give him a vulval kiss
he looks up at me-
if I could think I'd beg him to come back into me with words. I use my face, my arousal pain - pleasure taken too far
he leans into me, starts kissing me and I devour him as he lunges deeply
I start to tip my hips up again and he pushes down on my mons with one hand so that he rubs and rubs on the ceiling of my sheath
and I open my mouth to cry out
his name, my old lover's name, God's secret name, my own
- by Dreamwalker