I am remembering you and your warmth suspended right over me, I am remembering I am straddled as you hover an inch above me, and I am remembering I could feel your heat radiating down over me in waves.

I could only writhe there underneath you, careful not to touch and disobey.  I couldn’t sit still, but neither could I pull you down, neither could I push myself up into you.  I could only squirm my ass against the carpet, eyes squinched tight, blind to all but the image behind my eyelids of the warmth and the wetness of you an inch away from me, hanging there a tortuous eternal fraction of a second before you pushed down onto me, pushed my penis flat against your belly, slid down and spread around me, gushed onto me and over me and spread in warm, wet waves from that center, liquid fertility covering my belly, chest, neck, my face and sealing me, an amniotic sac, I breathed, and loved, and lived inside you.

I remember that and hold my penis inside my pants.  I squeeze and feel myself inside you, feel you spread around me, feel your pubic bone push down against my belly, feel your ass push down over my thighs.

I push and pull with both hands alone on the floor as I imagine you moving up and then coming back down to me, your mouth presses mine, your tongue on mine, around mine, you lick and suck and push and pull and my penis in my hand is stone rigid and my knees press to the floor and my back arches and you moan, a grunt.  I am thirsty to have you in my mouth.  I roll back onto my shoulders, my pelvis bent to just above my head, and I yank and scrape and shove and come, into my own mouth, to taste you, to have you as you are me and mixed with me.

I feel your heat radiating down over me in waves

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