CAUTION. Only 18+ please. The following post contains explicit scene.
Our blankets fall on the floor, followed by remaining of our clothes. We crawl, turn and twist then, like two snakes, out on a cold winter day gliding over each other trying to preserve our thermal heat. Our kisses deepen and our hands start pursuits of their own to the forbidden spaces.
I stop now and then again, my lips departing from his only for moments, to cherish what that is truly mine. His skin reflects radiantly beside me, under the light shade of the lamp, like underneath his flesh are the thin sheets of glasses that trans illuminates the faintest of luminescence. And his hair is damp. It’s moisture locked in, highlighting the intensity of colour inside each individual strands, as though, they were a mesh of soft fibres, woven out of slates of blackest charcoal. His eyes match to this, his hair, the depth of the color almost abstract to my precision.. drawing me in, luring me into his mysterious aura, engulfing me inside his concealed world.
He advances. His lips leaving behind a print of kisses as he goes, making me paralysed, receptive to his will. I shudder and flex my legs intuitively, pulling the sheets under my feet as he reaches my thighs and stops to kiss its insides. Anxiety begins to strangle me in. ‘Do it..’ i whisper, high on oxytocin; the love-cuddle hormone flushing rampantly on their peak action, jostling in my channels.
He puts on the sheath and running his erection up and down the cleavage between my legs inserts it into my opening.
‘Damn that hurts’ I cry, wincing with pain.
And it did. It felt like being stabbed with a blunt knife.. The pressure tearing up a part of my flesh, making way for an opening that i physically never felt before.
He tries it again. Still only half way through. My eyes starts watering. ‘Mia did say pain was to be expected, when she had her first with James….’ i try to recall. But she hadn’t mentioned the extent. And whoever wrote that, it was painless and they didn’t feel a thing on the internet, now i knew were big bluffs. Either they were really drunk to remember,or were under drugs or had no pain receptors down there.
‘Are you alright?’ Will asks after a while, looking intently at me, noticing my wet eyes.
‘Alright’. I try to smile. And i was. Of course i wasn’t expecting it to be like ‘Woooow’.. Because, every one knows the first time sucks the most, yet you also remember the most. So it was important for me with who i was doing it. And it was Will. Could anyone blame me for being so tolerant?
‘Your tight’ he remarks, making a gentle hip movement again.
‘Are you..er…virgin Cam?’ he asks confused,a little while later, unsure if it was the right thing to question me at all.
‘Dah..‘ i roll my eyes at him. Why was he asking me this?
‘Am sorry’ he apologises. ‘I just thought…’
‘You thought i am sleeping around!’. ‘Was it even the right time to have this conversation? Typical Men.’ My mood starts going down hill from there.
‘No. I’m sorry’ he apologises again. ‘You were dating..and i didn’t think you’d keep your promise..’
‘You are half way through my vagina’. I remind him, moving my hands to my face and to my hair. ‘I can’t believe this’. I sigh. ‘Its painful do you know?’
He smiles and lands me a sweet kiss out of nowhere,hearing it. Then thrusting in me he replies, ‘I know but that is just for first and second time i suppose. At least thats what i heard. After that, you will be asking for it’. He jokes.
‘I hope so. Cause your not helping at all’.
He chuckles. ‘I am being as gentle as possible. Its hard to be patient with you’.
‘Yeah’ i make a face at him.
He puts me in a tight wrap then, curling over me. ‘Because i want you, and because you want me, you have to handle this’ he murmurs on my ear, pushing hard, deeper in my pelvis.
‘Because we will do it the next time, the next and the next’ he continues, arousing me back to the peak. His words, his voice so seductive , i was dissolving, feeling fluid, shapeless like water.
In no time, my tunnel feels his full length blocking my exit and my pubic bone hits his, pressed underneath.
He motions then, stretching on his elbows on to and fro motion. His lips half open, breathing out and in, his eyes locked into mine..
Every movement is painful, every movement becomes pleasurable.
I curve and stretch under him. In no time, i learn his beat. And we are lost, finding each other, seeking a solace in our bodies.
‘I want to come’ he speaks, almost slowing down now, heavy in my arms.
‘Won’t you ask me where?’ he says, holding my face into his hands.
‘Where?‘ i ask.
‘Inside you, without a sheath’.
I raise my brows.
‘Not this time of course’ he assures. Then curving his arms around my back, his fingers hinged against my shoulder blades, he rams in me again and again.
I bite. He moans. I bite harder. His legs extend, his muscles stiffens and then he limps.
We lie there exhausted, breathing hard. Our sweaty bodies against each other. His abdomen still pressed on mine, displacing my belly under his, as he takes in another gulp of air.
Love is beautiful. Love is painful, pleasurable, giving, demanding, carefree, obsessive, lonely, caring… Above all, love is thrilling; a bliss in the abyss of emptiness.