A Raging Fire, Unrestrained

Tango in San Elmo District

The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it. 

Giacomo Casanova

The attraction between them started in the pub. The fumbling and groping. The anticipation of ecstasy. He was beautiful. A Greek god. Dark features with a cherubic smile. She was blonde, petite and had a need to sin. He touched her hand when he asked if he could buy her a shot. The current flowed from his palm and surged through the top of her hand. The connection was made.

There were kisses on the lips in the darkness of the bar. Bluesy music set the mood and they danced where they stood. Their bodies melded. Red light reflected the want on their faces as their bodies swayed to the heavy bass beat. She kissed his neck and he whispered, “I want to take you right here, in front of everyone in this room.” The urgency in his voice made her sex tingle and her breasts heave. “Do you live close by?” she sighed in his ear. “Yes Love,” he replied.

They made their way back to the bar and slammed another shot. For courage and warmth. Then they stole out of the pub into the cold and snowy night. They paid no mind to the temperature. Their internal fires kept them warm on the short two block walk to his basement flat. As they entered the domicile, they began kissing. Removing clothing. Their tongues pressed together, searching for the secrets only new lovers can discover. After he removed her shirt and bra, he pressed his naked chest against hers. She sighed at his heat. The closeness of him.

He pushed her across the living room toward his bedroom. The only illumination was a gas powered fireplace. They stopped to stand in front of it. To feel its warmth. He pushed her away from him and traced his lips with the softness of butterfly wings down the middle of her breasts. She shivered and sighed. They continued their journey toward his room. They never stopped touching. Discovering. Feeling. She needed this so badly. Needed to feel sexy and beautiful. Desired. It had been so long.

Just before they landed in his bed, he removed her skirt. Then his pants. Their underwear followed and they stood naked in the darkness of his room. She felt the edge of the bed with the back of her calf. He lowered her onto it. It barely registered in her mind that the bed was twin sized. She told him, “Love me, ravish me, fuck me.” He answered, “I will do that and so much more.” She smiled and was happy they were in a small bed.

They lay together in a tight embrace and their kisses continued, the eager probing and exploring of their tongues echoed by their hands darting across their bodies, stroking, grabbing. Their sighs merged in their joined mouths and she clasped his head with both hands, savoured the taste of his mouth, the pleasure of sharing herself with him.

Doubt crossed her mind briefly as he broke the kiss and backed away – was he changing his mind? was he regretting taking her home? Was he about to ask her to leave? – but a hungry, cheeky grin filled his face as he traced kisses along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. She leant her head back, surrendered to him, and his lips, his teeth, returned to her neck, to nuzzle and graze at her.

His hands found her breasts and he cupped them, teasing at her nipples with his fingers, drawing gasps from her as she hardened beneath his touch. How had she gone so long without feeling that heat inside her, that fire that his fingers ignited? “Your breasts are perfect,” he breathed as he trailed kisses across her chest, and he brought her curves together to run his tongue along her cleavage.

He raised a leg over hers, his knee nudging her thighs apart, but she needed little persuading. Her legs welcomed him, offering her moist lips to him and as he sucked eagerly, forcefully at first one nipple and then her twin, he brought his hips closer to hers. Her thigh was between his now, she could feel the size of his erection against her, the sticky dampness as the first droplets of pre-cum formed at the head and dripped onto her. She dropped her hands to his back, skimmed the length of his ribs back and forth like a concert harpist before returning to his shoulders. Her fingers flexed against him leaving tiny marks in his skin that made him breathe in with a hiss of painful pleasure. He shifted his weight again, lay between her legs.

He touched her sex gingerly at first. The bud of her clit quivered and her essence began to flow. His fingers became more sure. More steady. He inserted one finger between her petals. She arched her back to feel, more. He placed another. Then another. And then four. She was sopping wet. Her moans more pronounced. He smiled in the dark. A tear trickled from her eye as she writhed with want. He chanced to put his hand inside of her. To bring her to a place she’d never been. He turned his hand, made a fist and plunged it into her.

No one had ever dared touch her like that before. She moved her body to meet the need. She began to moan. The sound was primal and she lost her mind. The orgasm that awaited her was like no other she had ever felt. The vibration began in her sex, but moved to every cell of her body. She was awake. Her soul was aware. And she came with the sound of angels, with the sound of devils trailing close behind. He felt triumphant. Like he’d conquered the world. She screamed his name into the darkness. And then she came. Again.

He let her rest, but all the while he was smiling. As he removed his fist from her pussy, she shivered in the darkness. He laid his head on her thigh. “Sweetheart come lay by my side”, she said. He gladly obliged and moved up the length of her body. She felt safe with him. Why, she didn’t know.

She knelt between his legs. Kissed the spot where his thigh connected to his pelvis. He moaned his need for her. She reveled in it. She wrapped her hands around his ample cock. Felt the pre-cum flow. She moved her pretty mouth over the opening and tasted him. “Yum,” she whispered airily. “Fuck,” he breathlessly exclaimed. She kept sucking. Kept tasting. Salt. And so much more. Her mouth moving up and down. Slowly. So slowly. He thrust upward to meet her hungry mouth. To give her more of him. His warmth. His tumescence. “My God, the taste of you.” Sweet, yet salty.

She looked up at his face through the fallen strands of her blonde hair, saw his head leant back, his eyes squeezed shut, and knew that he was close. His prick twitched in her mouth, his hand clasped the sheet next to him as he let out a deep moan of impending ecstasy. She ran her mouth along his shaft again, withdrawing until just her lips nuzzled against his pink head. His slick juices mingled with her saliva, the cocktail coating his cock, his balls, her hand, her lips, her tongue. She anticipated the pulse of his cum on her tongue, on the back of her throat, and the expectation drew more wetness from her. But as he opened his eyes, as their gaze met, she knew she had to have him inside her. It had been too long.

She lifted away from him, laid alongside him, and with a smile he understood her desire. He lay between her legs again, but this time they were kissing deep and hard, her fingers scratching against his back as he stroked the hair away from her face. “Please,” she shamelessly begged him, “please just fuck me,” and again their eyes met as he took his firm shaft in his hand. Her legs parted further and he nudged at her clit before effortlessly guiding himself between her slick lips.

He gasped at the sublime sensation of her muscles clenching around him, and for a moment he felt that he would cum, but he resisted the impulse, began a slow rhythm. Their lust caused their thrusting, heaving hips to quickly gain pace though, and in just a few seconds he was fucking her hard, his pelvic bone crashing against hers, their hips slapping noisily together, as the force of their desire increased. Her high shrieks combined with his deep grunts and his breath hissing through clenched teeth, as the room filled with the unrestrained voices of their lust. His breaths quickened, his mouth fell open, and his eyes wordlessly asked her.

“Come on me,” she gasped, and after one final deep thrust, he withdrew from her. He knelt between her legs, his hand a blur as he palmed his shaft towards his release. Her fingers reached down to her clit and the frantic strokes of her hand matched his. “Fuck yea,” he managed to pant before his hand froze, held his cock still, and he leant forward. The tip of his cock brushed against her navel, and with a deep gasp of satisfied release, he pumped at his shaft, his hot, fresh cum spurting onto her stomach and breasts. He milked his cock, drawing every last drop onto her, and with a shriek, that dizzying wave of intense energy overtook her.

He fell exhausted onto her quivering body and took her in his arms, holding her tight as the sticky warmth of his cum covered them both.

“That was so intense,” she gasped as her breath returned, “why have I waited so long?”

He smiled, kissed her forehead. “Because we’ve only just met.”

**Special thanks to The Reclining Gentleman for this erotic duet. I’ve never done this before, and he guided me on the journey quite well. I’m so glad he’s the one that took my cherry. I’m hoping that this is the beginning of a beautiful writing relationship…**

Just Breathe

Yeah there’s a post or two brewing in my sparkly brain. More to come later on. It is my writing night after all.

Heard this on my latest road trip with my Meggie. Trying to remember to breathe today.

Just Breathe.

And to pray. Gotta pray.

2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.