Feel My Love

(In her solemn voice) ‘Just walk with me.’

She slipped her hand into mine as we took strides as wide as hers, passing people and buildings like they didn’t mattered, in a direction I didn’t question. I had never expected her to be in any physical contact with me, given how close, or distant we were. She was someone I wanted, but didn’t want to have, for she led a life I saw that was perfect, and contented as she could be.

We turned into a condo where the security guard gave her an acknowledging nod, proceeding into the lift for the highest floor. The door we arrived at made two beeps before unlocking, and that was when I got a view of one of the most intricately designed homes.

‘You can put your bag there. I’ll be out in a second.’

It wasn’t the polished floor or fine wooden furniture that got my attention. Instead, it was the mesmerising sight of the cityscape that brought me in front of the full-length windows.

‘Here.’

An icy, cold, wine glass was shoved into my palm with small bubbles floating towards the top. Champagne, or Mascato, it has to be one of them. After she knocked the glass against mine, I took a sip of the drink and let its sweetness slide down my throat, before feeling it chilling my tummy.

‘Is this your place?’

‘No. It belongs to someone I know. And he gave it to me.’

Whoever that was, or whatever she did, he must be important, or at least she had to be, to him. The familiar cold hand of hers went into mine again, but she didn’t just hold me there. A few seconds later, she moved towards my back, and went under my shirt to feel my skin. How else would I react, if not to look at her confused?

She didn’t waste another minute and set her glass down after one more sip, going in front of me to include herself in my unwavering gaze.

‘As little as you know about me, you managed to get closer to me than anyone else.’

‘I’m sure there’s someone who can do that too, if you allow.’

‘You’re different. I know. From the flutters in my heart, the intense silence when with you, the desire to tell you things I cannot say to others, the frightened, shaking hands when you are around me, no one made me felt that way before.’

Frozen in time, there was nothing else but her, the lights, and I. We once were at that mind, mood, situation, where we no longer needed to say anything to each other, as we have let our hearts connected.

(In her hopeful tone) ‘You are a natural lover.’

I was sure no other words would fit where we were then. The moments we teased playfully, the mouthfuls of food we fed, the same sarcasm we spoke in, nothing fitted like her personality.

(I spoke doubtfully) ‘If this night is meant to be remembered like our last, then it has already been.’

‘Or our first.’

The slight stretch of her neck lifting itself at me, I couldn’t stop my hands from warming her throat. Holding her gently but firmly, her eyelids let themselves down, and the alluring lips parted just enough to let me feel her hot breaths.

My body leaned closer until our lips were about a millimetre away, for our hearts to close the gap that sealed our common minds. Soft, succulent lips, drew breathes through my nose, as she did the same. The sweet, young aroma of her dependent body filled my veins with the unmistakable desire to love, care for her.

When she lifted the sides of my shirt to my ribs, I lifted my arms to let her air my chest in the cool, air-conditioned room. The zip at her back was more than easy to undo, and we were soon topless except for her bra. Those thin, skinny hips that had caught more of my attention than anywhere else, were finally in my grasps. Kneading them like soft dough, the sexual moans escaped in big contrast to her usual jovial self.

Another embrace in each other’s arms freed her breasts from those loose bras, but it also tightened her grip around my back. Standing nipples to chest, she undid my belt, button, zippers with two hands, one from me, and the other from her.

As soon as I stepped out of my jeans, I held both her hands and brought us to the squarish armrest of the sofa, perching my ass on it. No, I did not want to strip her naked. She was beautiful like that, a figure guys have tried to lay their hands on, a mind no one had cracked its complexity (or simplicity).

With her standing upright, feet spread over my slanted legs, I reached under her denim skirt and slid her panties off. Silky, pink ones. She yanked my briefs to my thighs and took a step closer, parting her legs wider so she could stand right in front of me.

If this happened at any other times, it would have seemed weird, but not this time. I adjusted her hips till they lined up with mine, at an angle that allowed her to sit slowly over my protruding sprout. Our eyes were nowhere else, but on each other’s faces, in each other’s eyes. We could feel our parts connecting, quickly soaking up the erratic, sensual twitches made by our vital muscles.

It started off with her making small bouncing movements on my groin, milking me with a cute sucking noise whenever she lifted herself up. Not exactly excruciating, but it got me wanting more time inside her, than outside in coldness. What really got me turned on though, was her face, flashing shyness, desperation, agony, happiness, euphoria, all at once. It was as though she shouldn’t be getting any of these, like a guilty treat. Well, neither should I be allowing myself to be pleasured at an expense none of us calculated.

After five minutes of intensifying sex, I slowed her down to a stop and stood upright, pulling myself out so I could do something for her.

‘Over to the chair there.’

She spun the back of the leather, single-seater towards the window and climbed on it, bending over, poking her ass out at me. I grabbed her waist and carefully stuck my rod in, doing the longest trip into her body unlike before. A groan from her tightened her grip at the edges and prompted me to start thrusting, and I did. Pounding her sweet ass with vigour, it was the perfect position to see all of our hidden lust for each other. To see her slender shoulders, fit arms, tight waist, tiny ass jerking to my strokes, her voice completed the term ‘love’.

(She whispered hurriedly) ‘I’m coming.. I’m coming!’

‘So am I!’

‘Inside.. Together.. ‘

I held her shoulders and tugged her backwards to my forward thrusts, driving the whole shaft as deep as I could into her overwhelming tunnel. As her vagina got narrower, bursts of mind-blowing contractions clamped me down, almost immobilising me, but not enough to. I went even faster and deeper, against her pleas until my hips buckled, pausing for two seconds before I sighed out loud.

The explosion of cum immediately travelled backwards out of her hole onto her feet, dripping continuously as I remained motionless (on the outside), pumping my semen in sudden tranquil. She grabbed my hands at her waist and pulled me against her damp back, kissing over her shoulders while I was still out of myself. We caught our breathes for the few minutes of passionate make out, and I slipped out of her overfilled body.

Our eyes met again, but this time, with a different message. The ‘wants’ we denied ourselves for so long, it showed us why we didn’t want good things – because they would only make us weaker without them. But not this time. We knew how little it would change us if we had each other (in the sexual, romantic way). It was a treat, an indulgence, a reward that has no consequence.

I hugged her on the chair and carried her around my neck, bringing her to the bedroom she directed me to. When we fell into the bed, shower was out of the equation and we just slept, looking into each other’s eyes for stars till we faded.

When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet,
But I will never do you wrong.
I’ve known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I’d go hungry; I’d go black and blue,
I’d go crawling down the avenue.
No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.
Nothing that I wouldn’t do.
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love

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