(This is part of a series of erotic stories I wrote for a the mafia don's widow years ago. )
I don’t know why you agreed to come to my old room with me.
It is a long climb, and perhaps you suspect just how attracted I am to you.
I’ve always ached for
you, feeling as if I was being vulgar when I wanted to caress your smooth skin,
worse to kiss your neck or feel the soft luxury of your breast.
I know the room is a dangerous place to close in such
feelings because they are bound to come out.
after having brewed
in me since the first time I saw your face.
Once in the room, I
turn on soft music – old 70s soul tunes that seem to sooth the savage beast in
me, shaping the feelings into something powerful sensual, something remarkably
sweet.
I light candles and put them throughout the room, then shut
off the harsh electric lights. The space is magical now as I light sandalwood incense
and let the smoke swirl around me, though I still can smell you – your perfume,
but more importantly, your essence.
Inside me, your scent mingles with the fire I feel, warming
me from my groin to my face, a powerful potion that I know I should resist.
although I want to
make love to you, want to ease my fingers through the buttons of your blouse to
touch your softness, I want your lips more – and I allow my mouth to find
yours, my tongue to ease into your mouth as our lips imitate the act of love I
crave so much.
but this is a powerful magnifier as your mouth and mine grow
more intense in our kissing, a violence we only marginally contain my hands
ease up to take liberties you did not yet give.
There is a softness
to all of you, your every inch that seems to stoke me up and shape me into a
throbbing passion I struggle to control. I have opened your blouse exposing
your breasts, the nipples of which are as Lucious to me as chocolate, and an
overwhelming craving comes upon me and I give in, my mouth shaping around the
tip so that my lips encircle you and my tongue lingers on the tit just enough
to create sparks.
the room seems too
small, and certainly too warm, the candle light flashing in your eyes as if
you, too, have been set on fire, and all I want is to singe myself on what I
might find deep inside you.
I know that I am out
of control, that even though my touch is soft, something wild is stirring
inside me, like a lion pacing inside a cage, looking for the least excuse to
leap out at you.
you feel the warmth
of the room, too, and slowly ease out of your blouse, and skirt, as I ease out
of my shirt and pants, but without our losing contact, our lips joining again
just as if our hips might
you seem to glow in
the candle light, your skin so radiant I cannot help but run my lips over you,
over your arm, over your breast, over your cheek, then slowly, inevitably
towards your thighs.
I lean you back onto
the couch and ease myself between your knees, not that part of me that wants to
explode, not yet, my mouth hungry for you in a way that will allow that
explosion to wait, my lips, my tongue, seeking to taste you, all of you, but
most of all that Lucious place where the honey comes.
All of me flows
through that caress, each inch of me made more intense so that as my tongue
probes you, each inch where our skin touches lights on fire, making me tingle
everywhere as if everything that was inside of me oozed out my pores, my skin
and your skin mingling in a love making that seemed to consume every part of us at once.
I cannot control it. The tiger eases out in his hunt for
you.
and where my tongue had wandered, the blunter of me moves,
easing in and out, each stroke full of more potency, reaching up deeper into
you
seeking to find that part of you that is as desperate as my
beast is.
the room seems to
shrink around us so that you and I make up the walls of our own world, that
outside the range of touching is a universe that does not exist, that inside of
us are a million suns exploding with each stroke, each in and out, each
desperate whispered plea to let me probe deeper and deeper and deeper.
and then, I am
looking into your eyes, falling into that world filled with the flickering of
candles, you absorbing me, as if I melted even as my strokes grew more rapid,
and my body stiffer with desire.
you and me, the whole
world, with our limbs part of a single shifting entity, unable to function
without the other, my movement meaningless without yours to perform in harmony,
my pain is your pain, my breath yours,
There is no world, but our world, the one we are creating
with each stoke, breath, each sigh shaping new realities around us so that we
are the one being no longer separated by clay or ribs as once believed, but our
flesh easing in a smooth union that our passions lubricate.
my beast meeting your beast, each beast clawing at the other
in a movement of rage that only our struggle can keep contained, you and me,
easing in and out of each other, pumping up something that soon explodes.
– we fall away from each other. Relative strangers again
no longer that one person, but two, our faces filled with
sweat.
the walls of the room again walls that contain us, rather
than we containing them.
something sad leaving us as our beasts crawl back into the
caves of our deeper beings, to pace out their passions again for a later
encounter
yet when I look at you I still see the candles in your eyes,
and ache to touch the softness of your skin
this time when I kiss
you, my lips linger on yours, moving as if married, no tongue to disturb this
tender embrace, just the contact of flesh against flesh seeking to retain that
fading passionate glory we just expended
This time, when my lips touch your nipple, you shiver and I
shudder, part of some newer deeper passion that comes after the explosion, when
two bodies find common ground despite being strangers again.
and in this room, we shared something important, something
tender and passionate, something violent and yet contained, we created a world
between us, and shaped it into a world full of love
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