Page 52 of The Sky in Summer
“I’m gonna come!”
It is a warning that gets ignored. And my cue to bring it home.
“Yes! Oh, God!!!”
It erupts in my mouth, Mount Vesuvius spewing its lava in a spectacular show of power. He has ahold of my hair like it’s taken root in his hands. Both fists lay against my head. He pumps, pumps, pumps till the last drop is released.
“Damn!” He pushes the word and his arms to the ceiling.
My hair falls around me. Then hands on my head prevent even one more suck. Gently pulling his cock from my mouth, we lock eyes.
“Grsumph wraa,” I mumble.
“Same.”
He starts to laugh and I signal for him to stop. I have a mouthful that’s about to go flying. The Kleenex box he passes saves me.
I scoot back and he joins me on the bed, skin to skin. Legs and feet are intertwined. Fingers thread my hair, mine trace the shape of his ear. The gentle kisses turn into a make out session. I like the fact he has no issues with it, after I just had his cum in my mouth. What’s good for the goose. I kiss him after he eats me, and he likes it. It turns us both on. We are raw together. Rawer than I have ever been with any other man.
My naked body molds to his, and I feel the wetness. The clit anticipating more pleasure. As if knowing, his hand reaches between my legs. I inhale. Fingers part lips and the middle one lifts inside the warmth. I squeeze a welcome, and his eyes acknowledge it.
“Mon amour,” he whispers.
Did he just say my love?
He starts to finger me. Slow. Deep. The laser point connection between us appears in his eyes. I hope he can see it in mine. The finger wiggles inside, setting something on fire.
“Oh!” I take in a breath.
“Feel good? Here?”
“Oh! Yes.”
He backs off, giving me the same consideration as I gave his sensitive hot spot. But he returns, making me anticipate the next approach with a need that grows.
“You are wet, and I’m thirsty,” he says, pulling the finger out and getting between my legs.
He lifts my legs bent and holds them there. This is fucking hot! He bends head to pussy and hovers over my lips, so close if I lift, we will connect. But instead, I let it play and build. Oh yeah. His tongue comes out and wiggles just letting me know what’s coming. It shows me how good he is at controlling its dance.
He softly licks the surface of my lips from stem to stern. When his head lifts, I see the glistening juices on the tongue’s tip. Holy fuck.
Now I move, prodding him to give me more. Take more. A smile lifts the corners of Van’s mouth, and he answers my request. He lets my legs fall and I open them. Parting my lips with his hands, he begins to explore all the folds of me. The hidden bits where treasure hides. He is an explorer that has become familiar with the wilderness in me. You know when you have met a man who reallyseesyou. When he pulls the hood back and the clit pops out, he goes gentle.
A moan escapes. Pussy kisses. Clit licks and flicks. Oh yes. Yes. They set all my senses on fire. The sight of him between my legs, the indescribable feel, the scent, sex sounds, and with them all, the taste of him still lingers.
There is a mood created whenever he is loving on me. It’s sexy and giving. Not just has he mastered the art of lovemaking. He makes me feel I am the only one who has been privy to the gift. All I know is what I am feeling. It goes deeper than sex, further than passion, beyond explanation. I am lost in this place we have discovered together. The connection is magnetic.
The orgasm rises like an apparition. Bigger and more powerful than anticipated. Taking shape and revealing itself in all its stunning glory.
“Van!”
13
Van
Usually at the beginning of a relationship, it feels like nothing can hurt you. You live in a bubble. You are bewitched. You are high on the sex. Everything she says and does sits right. It is a fleeting state. But so enjoyable while it lasts.
This is different. Everything hurts. Her appeal only points out I will be without it soon. The sex is so fucking good, I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing it. I can’t be honest about what I want, or feel, and it changes everything. Living a lie sucks. There is no alternative, and I can’t go back. She set the rules which I stupidly agreed to. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
