MiraculousPart 2I put on my best smile, as he opened the door. Fuck it, I was too nervous to smile, if the truth be known; but who in hell would want a prospective lover - (in about five minutes, if I had my way) - turning up on their doorstep looking like a wet weekend? "Hi, Dom!", he said, jumping on me like a flea in a fit, and kissing my chin. "Hi-ya!", I responded, suave and urbane, kissing his nose. It was the only thing I had a chance to kiss - he was off into the room like a fucking missile. "Oh, neat - wine!", he sparked, rushing off to get glasses. If he wasn't careful, he'd spontaneously combust, and what a fucking waste that would be. I stared at him, coming back into the room all sparkly and glowing. Iridescent. Glorious. And he stopped my breath for the second time that day. I sat down before I fell down. Bloody hell! Two minutes and I was as hard as tempered steel! I hoped he didn't notice. I hoped he did. Shit! He handed me a glass and sat beside me, talking at full pelt about the days doings. I managed - "Yes", "No, really?", and "fuck!". The Monaghan elan had vanished down into my dick. That was the only part of me that was thinking, at the moment... the only thing with any rational thought. And the thought was? Well, guess! It wanted him. To be in him, for him to be in me. Anything, but actionnownownowogodplease! I felt like a James Joyce novel - I was a James Joyce novel - "Fuck Me, Now...Or I Die!", I think it was called. An arm snaked around my neck. "....Sblom?" "Yes, Lighe?" "Will you, please?" "What, love?" "Fucking kiss me, you twat!" I kissed him. He kissed me, twining his tongue around mine - tasting me. The summer taste was still there, shaded by a tint of autumn. Spice. Cloves. Cinnamon. And Oranges. I drew him in to me, winding my arms around him. He fitted so beautifully into my chest, that I couldn't believe some Celestial being hadn't taken our measurements, at the dawn of Creation, so we'd cleave - nice word, "cleave" - to each other like this, here and now, in this glorious present. His nervous, tiny fingers fluttered under my t shirt, finding bare skin, drawing circles on my back that I was convinced were etched in flame.My mouth longed to travel. I took it from his, and moved to his neck - tasting the velvet sweetness there. He moaned. So did I. "Lighe!", I sighed. "Clothes!" "Mmm!", he replied, his mouth - oh, god! - being occupied with my ear. We divested ourselves. I wanted to go to bed, so I said so. "Bed?", I said. He shook his head. "Here". But what here? Did he want ...fuck! I realised we hadn't talked...discussed.I decided to do what came naturally. I put my hand out and grasped his dick. "Fuck!", he shuddered. "Oh, fuck!" Good. Now I took his hand, and put it on me. Oh, fuckitinabucket! "Lighe! God! Fuck! Lighe!" I pushed him down onto the soft rug, and he lay there, just staring at me, and quivering. I moved my mouth down his belly. His hands grasped my head, and I thought for one frightening moment that he was going to stop me. Then the tension in his arms eased, and he let me go down - down the silken skin, down past soft curls, down until I had him in my mouth, and he was sighing, and moaning, and swearing - "oh, fuck! Dom! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" - and I was rejoicing, growling in my throat, adoring him, loving him, wanting him. I thought, shall I?, and reached behind me for my jacket, my mouth still busily occupied with its prize. I lubed up a finger, and reached for his crack. He pushed my hand away. "No", he said, panting. I renewed my ministrations to the head of his cock, drawing circles with my tongue over it - teasing him into madness.Then I tried the finger, again. "No, Dom!", louder. I removed my finger. Fuck it! Or, rather, no fuck it! I settled down to finish what I'd started. When I felt that he was coming, I pushed my knuckle into the tender space behind his balls, and he came, panting, wriggling, curling his fingers into my shoulders so hard I was sure he'd bruised me. "Sblomie!" I slid up his body, and kissed him, his come still wet on my lips, and he gathered me into him like...like, oh, fuck it! I don't know! Like some garnering deity who wanted me to worship him. And I did. Want to worship him, I mean. Kneel at the shrine of Elijah, daily, and taste of his delights! Fuck, yes! "Oh, Lighe!", I whispered - fuck it, I was knackered! - "that was..that was.." "Wonderful!", he supplied, his breathing settling down a bit. "Sblom?" "Yes, Lighe?" "Your turn now?" Oh, fuck! |