Blinded by lights

First post. Okay.

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If I wave my hand at just the right speed, I can track a clearly visible arch in the air. Like a five-fingered comet, leaving the colours that are thrown over the dancefloor in its wake. Can anyone else see it?

They should.

She does.

A sense of recognition rushes over me when I see her face. I might know her. I can’t be sure. I’ll never be. Thinking of people as if they existed before this exact second, seems meaningless. We could be a million years old. Heartbeats bouncing on the rhythm of eternal music. Sweat and blood and feet and hands all in sync with the motions of the vibrating air. The thick, vibrating air. Soundwaves are throwing the light beams into fractals of limitless complexity.

Her chest bumps against mine. She crossed the distance between us without moving. I focus.

Her lips form words nobody can hear. Not me. Not her. But it doesn’t matter. They open and close a mere 2 inches away from mine. And all I can see is her eyes. And all I can feel is the minute difference in sensation when her breath curves around my face. She feels what I feel. She must. We feel like one being, connected at the torso. Gently swaying back and forth. Or standing completely still. Hard to be sure.

I close my eyes, causing a gentle explosion of colour and taste and her lips press against mine. Our tongues meet. My hands on the small of her back, sliding down. I cup both cheeks. They fit into my hands exactly. An exact fit. 

Tendons tighten as I drive my fingers into the fabric of her jeans. Hard. She becomes weightless and her legs pop up. Clean off the ground, wrapping around my waist. Tight. As I step forward, I hear keys jingle. The crowd and the music and the door fall away behind her and we step into the darkness of her apartment. The universe still swerving and gyrating and navigating us to our destination. Destined. 

I stand there in a room — in a pitch-black room, with a perfect creature wrapped around my waist. Our breathing now dominates the soundtrack. My fingers are still buried in her ass cheeks, while hers start pulling on my shirt. It comes off over my head, invisibly. Our kiss never seems to have been broken. Her hands slide around my neck and over my shoulders. Halfway down my back her nails dig in and I am unable to suppress a moan. It triggers a change in her movements.

The pressure of her legs around my hips tapers off while my grip on her ass does the same. Touching down on the ground, she breaks our kiss and steps back. I’m still there. In the dark. My eyes trying to adjust, catching glimpses of motion. Shadows of body parts. First clothed, then less so. I stick out my hand to feel her again. She slaps it.

Her eyes are better than mine.

I imagine her in that room. Naked. I hear her moving around me. Very close by. Bare footed she is almost soundless. A kiss on my shoulder comes out of nowhere.

Then again on my chest.

A third time on my belly. Her tongue, too. I feel some tugging a little bit lower. Just for an instant. And suddenly it’s like I never wore anything at all. Standing there. Still in the dark. This time as naked as she is. My dick sticking out into that warm air, longing for some moisture. And her warm mouth instantly obliging. Tasting me with a softness of touch that almost makes me explode instantly.

I try to get a grip. 

She grips my balls.

Her tongue rolls and smacks and bounces, and my mind does the same off the walls. Walls that could be anywhere.

Then suddenly her lips are back on mine and we are falling. Me forward, she backward. My stomach turns as I do what feels like a front flip and we hit the bed. Landing with my full weight straight on top of her. Her growl is animalistic. Air forcibly being pushed out of her lungs while my hips smack into her crotch. The sound lingers. Echoing off of invisible structures. I pause.

Her hands do not.

I find myself penetrating her trough her guidance. Not much was needed. I fill her insides and press forward as hard as I can. She growls again. Fingers digging into my back again. I’m about to explode. Again.

Somehow, I find a rhythm. Somehow, she shows it to me. That balance. Makes me feel it. As I drive myself deeper into her with each trust, the sounds from her throat get pitch shifted proportionally. She goes up as I drive deeper. And still I keep on going. I am still all there. So is she. Seeing her body now clearer than ever. Curved with an arched back. Breasts bouncing. Breath heaving. Eyes almost rolling.

I need that white of her eyes. That pounding into her. I need that scream. Hers and mine. Her hips that tighten just a bit more. Mine that shudder as a response. I unload into her as I collapse on top of those perfect breasts. She lets it happen. Has no choice.

Our breaths catch up with each other’s. Again, we fall in a rhythm. This time less violent. I stay inside her. On top of her She stays around me. Embraces me so we can sleep. I let it happen. Trading one dreamscape for another.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/affxi7/blinded_by_lights