She came over last night there were no false pretenses we all needed to do what we knew was intended. He skin felt beautiful on me and her mouth better. Everywhere. Hot and needy he moans were perfect her teeth on my lips my ribs my hips. She tasted like Ackee and heat. Sweet and so unbelievably dangerous. Hot under my mouth my lips my tongue my teeth I wanted to swallow her whole and I tried. I tried to take her under my tongue, between my teeth and when I couldn't I tried to hold her in my hands but she escaped like hot water on a thin layer of sand. All the while my husband relearned me inside and out my heat my need my want. He watched me want her and fight to take her in he listened to the sounds of need and frustration and all the tiny victory cries of coming so close.
When I had to breathe and let myself know that a sweet thing cant be caged she soothed me. Slowly, sweetly and savagely all at once and my husband tried to tame her, break her, capture her for me, for us. He tried to learn her secrets and what a man must do to keep her close yet unbound. He searched deep, fast, slow in the deepest corners of her folds and the nearest of the corners of her mouth.
In the end after five hours we all lay exhausted from poking and prodding, exploring and discovering, searching relentlessly and soothing all the losses with tiny victory cries and rewards of quivering muscles and aching bodies.
Magnificent.
I can't tame or cage her. She isn't mine but between my sheets will be her hallowed ground.
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