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