I’m not going to go into the details, but things were bad. Things had been bad for a long time, but now they were worse. Now they were unbearable. I couldn’t live inside that pain anymore, I needed to feel something from someone that wasn’t agony or sadness. I wanted someone to look at me and see something worth wanting. I wanted someone to lust after me. I wanted someone to find ecstasy in the musk of my sex. I wanted someone to need me deeper inside them, to pull me in with the primal strength of a needy thing in heat. I wanted someone to want me the way that I wanted them. I didn’t want a deep and abiding, but sexless, love. I wanted a desperate and heady, wanton and hedonistic love. I wanted to drink in the sweet stench of someone’s desperate need as I hilted into them, driving back against the hateful separation that kept us as two beings instead of one. I wanted to feel like I could crawl into someone, and I wanted to feel them wishing that I would. I wanted to feel the quiver of their love-slicked thighs around me, to lose myself in the tremulous moan of their climax.
I didn’t know that when I woke up this morning. I still didn’t know it when I sat down with my coffee and sketchbook at the park to try to wrestle some inspiration from the scenery. But when she sat down next to me and asked what I was drawing, the soft skin of her upper arm already pressing against my elbow, I began to have an inkling. I don’t remember what I said, probably something too long and more rambling than it needed to be, I just remember the way that she looked at me while I said it. I remember the way her eyes shone up at me from under the stray tresses of her hair, they way they looked at me with a mischievous interest I hadn’t seen in years. Maybe that I hadn’t seen ever. I remember her leaning in for a closer look, and the soft curves of her body pressing closer to me, and the smell of her just beginning to reach me. I was losing myself. When she grabbed my thigh as she giggled at some probably not so funny aside I had made, I felt myself stiffen and strain at the confines of my shorts. I remember the briefest moment of embarrassment, but then she squeezed my thigh tighter and I was fully lost. The next thing I remember clearly, I was tasting the sweetness of her sex as she bucked her hips against my face, screaming out a name I don’t remember telling her. My fingers clasped at curves seemingly built for them and pulled her in even closer, my tongue exploring every fold of her labia before returning to focus on the crown of her pleasure. I greedily sucked her into my mouth as I lapped circles around her clit, alternatingly tender and relentless. The sounds of the world were muffled and drowned out to nothingness as her thighs clamped around my head, and a sharp pain shot across my scalp as her fingers tightened in my hair and she twisted in her agonizing delight. Then she was pulling me up, and I was kissing her other lips, equally sweet and just as needy. Now it was my turn to run my fingers through her hair, and grab hold, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. She gasps and her whole body shudders as I scrape my teeth across her. I hear her desperate whispers and I moved further down to the tender softness of her breasts and the taught arousal of her nipples. I relax my grip on her hair and she swings her head in close, her breath hot on my ear as she whispers, pleading me to enter her. I bring the tip of my manhood, engorged nearly to the point of unrecognizability, to rest gently against the wetness of her aching sex. I press against it, but don’t enter. She moans, grabs my face and kisses me hard, biting my lip and whimpering with need. I press deeper, but still deny her the entry she longs for. I don’t want to give it to her, I want her to take it. And she does, willing to wait no more her legs suddenly grip against me from behind, and she pulls me fully into her. I feel her tight, wet warmth surround me, and pleasure arcs like lightening through my body. Now I deny her nothing, I am fully inside her but I thrust even deeper, exploring her depths with parts of me I didn’t know I had. The rhythm of our lust is like a drumbeat for some primal dance, and it overtakes me. I feel my own climax rising inside like some burning, raging thing, igniting every fibre of my being with searing pleasure. She knows, and her eyes lock with mine. Now it is her turn to deny me. She will not have me give this to her, she will take this from me. She pushes me back, mounting me like like a queen claiming her throne, and she pulls from me the most shatteringly powerful orgasm I have ever felt. Even after, she stays mounted on my sex, gently rocking her hips to and fro, coaxing out several shuddering aftershocks. When all is still, she collapses into me, and there, holding her in the darkness, for the first time in a long time, I feel truly fulfilled.
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