Meltdown Your hands are above your head holding on to the headboard, the grip so tight your knuckles are white and the fine black hair on them shows in contrast. You are open for me, so wide; I am holding your legs far apart, my hands on your thighs under the backs of your knees. I am deep within you and you are looking up at me with that look on your face, that look of helpless joy, of sensual bliss, I want you to look like this always, I would fuck you endlessly, eternally, if only it were possible. I let go of your thighs, you wrap your legs around me, your ankles are surprisingly slender and you lock them together behind me, holding me in the embrace of your thighs. You are begging me, wordlessly, with your eyes, to complete you, your mouth too filled with moans for speech. How did we end up in this hotel? Where were we going when we lost control and ended up here, in this room, our hands stripping off each other�s clothes, desperate to touch skin? I don�t remember, lost in your need and my own. Resting on my elbows, I lean down, to kiss you, to bury my fingers in your hair; you�re growing it long again, to please me. You please me, you enrapture me, I have never been so lost in sensation, lost in love, lost in you. Where do I end? Where do you begin? I don�t know anymore, I am dissolving, consumed in your dark radiance� I am coming, my cock shooting into air, the stimulus coming from deep within me, where you are filling me. Fill me forever, but slowly, slowly, or I will shatter into a million glittering shards and fall at your feet. Now, please, yes, yes, you are coming, I feel it, and I hold you so tight with every part of myself while you shudder and moan. No, no, don�t leave me, stay inside me, lay on top of me, I need your presence, your sweet weight on me. Yes, stay like this� I feel your body relax, your breathing deepen. You�ve fallen asleep, I have exhausted you, old man, but only for a little while, then you will wake and we will make love again. You finally soften and slip out of me and you moan very softly in your sleep. This is like an extended erotic dream, sleeping, waking, fucking, sleeping again� I wake, still on top of you, your chest rising and falling in the slow breath of slumber. I try to move, to relieve you of my weight, but even in your sleep you hold me. I remember now. We were going to Joe�s, before we became so drunk with desire we could walk no further. We can�t keep our hands off of each other, constantly having to touch, caress, hold. We can hardly go out in public, always on the sharp edge of hunger, always almost out of control, shocking even the jaded Parisians with our shamelessness. What is this need that feeds on itself like a nuclear reaction heading toward meltdown? Is this love? Or is it even more? Will it ever end? Let it never end�you are my dark warrior, black lightning in your veins, making me burn. I slowly convince you to let go, without waking you. I go to the bathroom and wash myself and return to you, bringing a warm, wet towel. I tenderly clean the semen from your chest and stomach, then lower, your soft curls, soft cock, soft sac, open thighs. Only where I can reach, you are still asleep and I don�t want to wake you. You are so beautiful asleep, and you sleep so deeply. Is it that you trust me and can let go, and fall into this depth of slumber? Do you feel safe in my arms? You are. Now and forever, you are. There is this feeling in my chest, a breathless suffocation, too overflowing with love for oxygen. I sit and watch you sleep, your eyelashes a thick smudged charcoal line, your lips slightly parted, your body tranquil, limp. I am not tranquil. I am hard again and I ache for you. An ancient poem comes into my head, �Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred, then yet a thousand more, then another hundred�� I move between your legs and I begin to kiss you, lightly, on the inside of your thigh, moving in circles, loving the feel of the soft black hair against my lips. I slowly move up, still kissing in circles, past your groin to your navel. You toss your head, and the muscles of your stomach flutter against my lips. How many kisses will it take to awaken you? I will find out, kissing my way across your stomach, over and back again, a bit lower each time, until I have reached your dark curls. I kiss the head of your soft cock, then gently pull a little of your loose foreskin between my lips, rolling it around and lovingly sucking it. This makes you moan, softly, and arch up, wanting more, even in your sleep. I take your cock in my mouth, slipping my tongue between the foreskin and the hypersensitive head and circle around it. I feel it respond, engorging, swelling, and you respond, whimpering, waking, your hands coming down to my head, caressing my hair. You are hard so fast and I can feel your pulse in my lips, throbbing. I suck you, gently at first, but soon you are thrusting up, fucking my mouth, getting close, too soon. I stop and I groan, �I need you inside me.� I don�t recognize my own voice, it is so rough with passion, and the need in me is burning through me� I wake to the sensation of your mouth on my cock, not sure I am awake. This could be a dream, the pleasure so intense it seems surreal. I�m so hard, your mouth so hot; I can�t stop thrusting into that heat. You take your mouth away, I want it back, but then you say, in a thick, strange voice, �I need you inside me.� Oh yes. You move up in the bed, in your favorite position, half on your side, half on your stomach, your upper leg bent, but your shoulder up, so that your body is twisted. I�m so wet from your mouth I enter you easily; you are desperate for me, pushing back hard, wanting me in you, fast and deep. I am stroking that sweet spot deep within you. I know because you are making that sound, a soft but rhythmic series of low-pitched oh�s, one each time I slide across your sensitive nerves��oh, oh, oh��I love it when you make that sound. I love making you make that sound, it means you are mine, helpless, lost in pleasure. I wish I could make you moan like this forever. I�ve been fucking you for hours, a slow, deep stroke that has you in a dazed erotic trance, and yet holds me safely back from the edge. Your head is thrown back, I can admire the long line of your throat, the way it works slightly with each oh, and your exquisite mouth is open, allowing them to escape. Your eyes are closed, I wish you would open them, but you can�t, not when you�re like this, totally lost. Almost. It will take only one more sensation, one more feeling, to push you over, into madness. I reach down and grasp the silken steel of your cock, and you lose all control. You arch, thrust, your movements become frenzied, I was afraid of your violence at first, old man, but now I know. I know you need it, the intensity, the passion. You need to bleed for your passion. I try to make you bleed as little as possible, but you force me, making me pound into you, harder and harder, and you are screaming my name, and coming all over my hand, and I am with you, coming with you, deep inside you where you grip me, and I�m crying out, helpless. Too much, too beautiful, too intense. Why does it have to end? I lay against you, holding you, gentling the tremors going through you, my beautiful old man. I love you, oh God, how I love you� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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