I’m lying on the bed face down, stretched out and with my legs together, you’re on top of me, penetrating me from behind, I don’t know exactly how you do it, because I don’t see you, because I also have my eyes closed. Your hands immobilize my arms, your cock enters my pussy, drops of your sweat fall on my back, you gasp. You fuck me hard and fast, you fuck me slow and sweet. The sheet under my mouth is soaked in my saliva.
Before I asked you not to make me scream, for the neighbors. But I know that you never listen to me, that when you have me, you make me what you want. In the end I think I tell you because I know it excites you to hear me say.
And yes, you make me scream. And in one of those screams I hear your loudest growls, the slowing down of your movements, your arms that release me, your cock that stays in me, your orgasm behind my back.
You lie next to me, smiling, closing your eyes, breathing fast. I turn around, I remove the condom carefully and kiss you the balls already relaxed and wet.
We were both motionless, side by side. I know you still don’t sleep but soon you will. I’m waiting for it. In those moments when you lie exhausted, abandoned, inert in my bed, is when I feel more mine.
The afternoon light of this incipient autumn goes lazy through the holes of the blinds. The bedroom is bathed in a golden gloom of peace and everyday life. But you, by my side, still shine with sweat and pleasure, gleam like the object that is usually not in a place and someone has put it there.
I watch you, you know I do it, your short hair, with blond strands, your long eyelashes, your swollen lips from my bites, your chin that still smells like my pussy.
I know you still don’t sleep, I kiss you on the shoulder, you smile without opening your eyes, you say “I’m fine” and a long sigh says yes, now you sleep in my bed, next to me, in me.
I look at my room, I know it by heart, but my eyes go through each piece of furniture, each frame, the armchair, the curtains … As if everything were a mere decoration faded, indefinite. In counterpoint with the resounding shapes of your body.
I kiss you at the temples, you do not react, my lips wander around your neck, you snore softly, my mouth falls down your chest, I suck a nipple, I smell your armpit, I sink my face into your warm and still slippery side, I tangle my nose in the curls of your pubis, I push your defeated penis with your chin, it smells like latex and sex, I lick your eggs, you move away, you protest, I stop, you snore again.
And I stay like this, with my head lying on your pubis, watching your cock, hearing your breath, absent from everything other than your dream and my peace.
Minutes pass, maybe an hour. One of your hands moves and you stroke your cock. I raise my head, kiss you the hand that holds that thick and beautiful cock you have. I salivate your fingers and from there to your foreskin, to your glans, I eat you. And I know you’re awake again, I feel your flesh in tension, your hands that rest on my hair, your sleepy voice that threatens me this time “I’m going to split you in two” and I smile without letting your cock out of my mouth .
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d8uigo/fm_every_friday_the_flesh_you_live