Page 42 of Poetry By Dead Men
Bobby protests with a strangled gasp as I pull back, but his disappointment doesn’t last. I meet his eyes, slowly pulling my shirt over myhead and dropping it next to his guitar. Chest heaving, Bobby watches me with the intensity of a lion, his eyes hungry and his mouth slightly open.
I reach behind my back and undo my bra, my breasts springing free as the cups slide down.
“Beth.” My name is a prayer on his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, drinking in every curve and hollow. I lean down to kiss him again, allowing him to explore my body in a way he never has before. His thumb rolls over my nipple, and I gasp against his mouth, but he swallows the sound as he uses his other thumb to graze the other side.
“More…” I don’t know if I say the word out loud, or if it’s only in my mind, but Bobby agrees as he flips me to my back on the couch and crawls over me. He starts at my belly button, trailing kisses upward until he reaches my breasts. His tongue swirls across my skin and I groan, reaching for his shirt.
I need to feel him.
Need his skin against mine more than I need my next breath.
Bobby’s eyes are hungry as he sits up and pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion, but I barely even get a glance before he’s on top of me again, our chests pressed together and electricity cracking between our skin as his attention returns to my mouth. His hand grazes the side of my breast, and mine trace the hard planes of his shoulders and back.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask him breathlessly, and Bobby freezes.
We’ve never gone this far before. We’re always at my house, or the coffee shop, or Bobby’s apartment with Johnny only averythin wall away.
“I— Are you sure?” Bobby pulls back to look into my eyes, as if just hearing me say yes isn’t enough for him.
“I love you,” I say with a nod.
“I love you, too,” he breathes.
“Then show me.” I lean up to kiss him, running my hands across the planes of his abs.
Bobby devours me, his tongue dancing with mine until he has to break away. He kicks off his shoes as he grabs a condomfrom his wallet, then pulls off the rest of his clothes and puts it on. His breaths are ragged as his fingers dip beneath my waistband and pull my pants and underwear down my legs, so slowly it’s almost painful.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, tracing the line of my hip bone to dip between my legs, and I ache for him like I never have before.
He presses a finger inside me, and I moan, but it’s not enough. The song and the kissing and the feel of his skin has me ready for him.
“I need you, Bobby. Please,” I beg, squirming.
Bobby kisses me deeply, then pulls back to look into my eyes. “I love you, Beth,” he says, lining himself up and pressing inside me inch by inch. His eyes never leave mine, his hands still roaming as if worshipping me.
There’s a pinch of pain, and I must show it on my face because Bobby stops, pulling back a fraction.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks, a line of worry appearing between his eyebrows.
“No. I’m okay,” I whisper, needing to feel him in the deepest parts of me more than I’ve ever needed anything before. “I’m more than okay.” I lift my hips, urging him to continue, the need building inside me almost unbearable."Please,” I beg, and Bobby groans, finding my lips again as he pushes deeper, stretching and claiming my body until I have nothing left to give him. Until we are so physically and emotionally connected to one another that I’m certain nothing will ever be able to pull us apart.
He pauses as he reaches the end of me, pressing his forehead against mine and exhaling as if he’s finally whole. His fingers thread through my hair as he begins to move, and my body ignites, my heart pounding and my skin tingling. I gasp, my back arching off the couch at the pleasure building inside me. Because it’s too much and not enough. He’s thick and hard, branding me from within until I am his, irrevocably tied to him in a way I can’t explain.
But he feels it, too.
It’s in every stroke of his tongue.
Each caress of his fingers and whisper of affection.
And as I tighten around him, my body filling with an ecstasy so intense I cry out, Bobby finds his release, my name tumbling from his lips like a promise of forever.
NOW
August 2024
I fill up my lungs and try to run
But my feet are stuck to the ground
