The hair on his legs was fuzzy, soft, like peaches
It made me excited feeling how he groaned in my ear
So hungry
His breath felt moist as he kissed and nibbled at my neck
and collarbone -
The possessive and exploring grip of his giant hands upon
my breasts made me feel like he was claiming me
And I wanted to be his
I wanted to feel his body feel good as he did what he wanted to me
- what he needed
- and, what I needed...
It was the stuff of my fantasies.
… and then…
He was speaking to me
And then he pulled away because I didn’t hear him.
He looked at me, I looked back, my eyes wide
Confused. Panicked. Did I do something wrong?
His brow furrowed. I could sense his concern
Affection.
His lips moved
I can halfway make out what he was saying
The beating of my heart - so loud.
Anxiety in my mind - thunderously distracting
I squint at his face; trying to read him.
***
Being hard of hearing turns other people into books
Books of mannerisms, body language, expressions,
repeated patterns converge into a kind of voice
But sometimes I can’t always see or comprehend what they are trying to say
Sometimes the dialect is too strange, all I have is context or subtext.
... so just pretty squiggles… movements, expressions...
***
Sabrina.
.... he said my name.
I nod. I smile.
I’m afraid to speak cos my voice has turned partners off before
Too telling of how impaired I am.
How different.
I can’t speak for him.
Not now.
Not here.
With him between my legs.
Not if I want him.
And fuuuck do I want this man...
Thankfully, he’s kissing me again.
And everything feels perfect.
I try to tell him with my body that yes, I want this, yes!! I truly want this
Putting enough passion in my kiss, till I feel his fuzzy legs against my thighs
I involuntarily make a sound, a moan
- into his mouth and feel his growl so deep
and vibrate against my skin.
like echo-quakes of his arousal
rippling into me...
... I wonder if I should moan again?
Mmm.... so, I do, and yes, he did growl again
Fuuuuck...
He slips off my shirt, bra
My nipples are hard, eager, sensitive,
and being so exposed to his dark, vulnerable gaze
Makes my body break out in goosebumps and
Shivers. He looks up at me I nod at him fiercely, "Yes," I chance a whisper.
He smiles so big, the risk was worth it.
I watch him as he wiggles out of his clothes completely
He's giddy, so beautifully happy, I feel I can taste his jubilation.
His joy makes my folds wet, and my clit hard and throbbing
Fuuuck... he's gorgeous...
I follow suit and slip my panties off
and rise the skirt up before he’s there again
... Between my legs.
So hungry
So happy
So hard
It’s always awkward feeling them go in.
Cos they all are different sizes
Tonight, who I am with... Mmm...
(Yes, I remember his name, but I want that detail just for me.)
He is thick and long enough to hit that spot inside me
Right within the first couple of thrusts.
It's such a bright pleasure.
Combined with the pressure
of his body weight slapping against mine
Eager, insistent, hungry -
Ravenous...
I don’t want this over too soon.
So, I clamp my legs around him and grip his arms
He pauses, looks a question at me
I smirk, hopefully, it comes across as seductive?
Then wiggle my weight
Wiggle and turn, rollover
The startled impressed look on his face is worth it
Yeah, I’m stronger than I look
And I lift my skirt off completely
And begin to ride
Slowly.
I want him to melt like the candlewax pale of his skin
Melt inside me and drip out of me for hours
Til it solidifies sticky and cold on my cocoa brown skin
My slowly grinding circles have my mind sparkling with
The beginning of those climax fireworks
His hands are gripping the bed sheets
I speed up.
I can’t help the noises slipping out of me now
Faster
Faster
Faster
Swirl, swirl, swirl
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Bucking as he writhes.
So wild
Primal
Passionate
And suddenly...
I grip down everything on him
And hold.
Clenched.
Gasping.
He's spasming.
Trembling.
Back arched.
I feel like I hear my name as a distant cry on his lips.
Like a prayer
Like grateful praise, that I can hear
as a blessing amongst the distance and mumble-mute noise
picked up by my ears despite the loud of my mind. And my senses.
Wrung out
Gawd, how I came
How he came
So. Fucking. Hard.
I flop down on his sweat-slick chest
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck... So. Amazing!!
He reaches to tip my chin up to look at him,
Kisses my forehead
I smile and cuddle into the puddle of him
Listen to the vibrations of his heartbeat
like a percussion lullaby of aortic drummers
And how it slows to a resting lullaby pattern that tells me he is asleep.
His soft cock having flopped out of me
With his drooling cum waxing into mine
So sticky and warm
I awkwardly reach for the blanket or sheet to cover our bodies
To give us more warmth
And as I pull the blanket over us
I feel his arms wrap around me in a hug and then move positions
semi-smoothly but with a strained, awkward huff or two of his breathing
Until we are so sweetly spooned
That I swear to you
I dreamt of oceans...
..... made of ice cream…
Mmm...
