The body twitches mightily before settling down into relaxation – the legs folding into a kneeling position allowing another delicious kiss to be offered. Incredible.
Leaning together the bodies lay across the soft floor, remaining entwined as their breathing evens out and their hearts beat in relaxed unison. The touching continues slowly, at first, just fingertips across reclined torsos. Movement that is like a magician trying to conjure fire from empty air. Mouths still carrying the erotic fragrance of the lover move onto one another easily. More ardent grasping follows, nipples touched, pinched and rolled, thighs kneaded and caressed. The room is silent, except the moist noises mouths are making. Quickly both are aroused again, both minds reeling at the idea of more frenzied succor. They move just far enough apart so hands can reach, touching and stroking already excited spots, setting off yet another rush of lascivious goose bumps.
Finally, the tension is too much as one pulls the other closer while rolling into a position to make their offering. Grasping in a way that leaves no doubt as to intent, the bodies touch and begin to merge. The collision is almost scalding as each absorbs the radiant lust of the other. There is no unused space, no uncomfortable angle, no adjustment to be made. Each fits the other like the last puzzle piece, completing a picture never before finished. The oscillation comes naturally, a pitch perfect symphony of abandonment to pleasure. Not only is the room dark, so is the world - except for the fuse being lit by the grinding, supple fucking.
The escalating back and forth begins to create new, wet sounds. It can’t be possible for two to be so in sync, but the mutual buttons being pushed are evident. As hips roll more fervently and legs spread even wider, each movement has a simultaneous effect on the other. Pumping and pressing to an unconscious crescendo, there are only the silent clues that let the other know their bliss is shared. The clenching of skin, the hot breath in rapid-fire, even the transcendent tingle of carnal telepathy.
Slow motion oozes across the air when the explosion begins, seemingly reducing time as the rapture amplifies. There is no silencing the response to this moment. Throats open and not even the overwhelming blackness can swallow the siren song of pure surrender. The energetic combustion saturates vibrating flesh in a shuddering and slimy culmination. No muscle is spared, every one pulses in response to the exhilaration. No energy is left unused as each collapses into the other, close to salacious exhaustion. Such is the disconnection to their environment, no notice is taken that the lights have come on and voices are ordering to pack up and get out.
There are only the blinking, bright eyes of the perfect partner.
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