The glow from the streetlights illuminates my apartment as I step inside. I toss the keys on the bar and walk to the window. The apartments across from me are mixtures of light and dark. Families sit at tables and eat. Together.
I sit in an easy chair in the empty room and lean forward, propping my head on my hands.
The scent of your hair still lingers. I remember our last kiss as I left you in your car. A kiss of promises that left the bitter aftertaste of goodbye. I glance at my bed sitting high at the side of the wide room. The sheets are rumpled and the second pillow still bears the evidence of your presence.
A guitar leans carefully against a small table next to the glass and I pick it up. A hand draws the binding from my hair, letting it fall down. My head inclines to the guitar and my hair covers my eyes. My fingers begin to pick out a Stones tune, something about not getting what you want. I remember you awakening in the half light of dawn to find me sitting at the bedside, watching you.
My voice cries the chorus softly as I remember you stretching languorously, your long arms over your head, your eyes tightly shut and your lips smiling as you moan softly, your face naked and more beautiful than when I first saw you.
My thoughts change and I'm wondering where you are now, this quiet night. I fight the frustration of our impossibility, shutting away the thoughts of your body in his arms.
I choose to remember you lying back on my bed as I stand in front of you. I remember you backing away, lifting your body with your elbows as your long legs push you away from me. I come after you like a beast, my head low, my eyes wild...I move slowly, deliberate, knowing you are cornered, content to watch you as I move slowly closer. I gain on you and as I close on your naked body, you turn over and move for the opposite corner of the bed.
I am on you quickly, one arm under your waist, my other hand grasping a smooth thigh. I hear you shout, playful, young, innocently beautiful as my teeth descend on your thigh. I pull you back toward me, powerful arms lifting you and bringing you in.
Your body relaxes, your head cast to the side, blond locks splayed out over the bed, eyes closed and lips smiling in pleasure as my kisses climb your leg, tasting the prize of my catch. You throw one knee high on the bed, your other leg extends straight. I pause a moment to stare at the beauty before me, your opened legs, the smooth flesh of your naked hips, the enticing valley between, and underneath is the numbing beauty of your sex, coaxing me, driving me into a frenzy of lust. My chest settles over your buttocks, feeling the naked perfection under my hard skin. My lips find the center of your back, following the line of your spine, lower.
My tongue trails into the thin valley of your lower back, further lower over your naked flesh, slipping into your depths, tasting you, loving your openness. My tongue tastes the wetness of your sex and you lift your hips, pushing your need upward to me. My tongue reaches further under you to caress your clit, rolling it under the tip of my tongue, fluttering quickly, lightly against it, then pressing back into your lips, pushing inside your aching pussy, probing the depths. My tongue strains to explore you deeper, to taste the honey that is flowing freely from you now.
Hands at your waist lift you further, bending you so that your body becomes prey to my hungry tongue. It slips out of your lips, upward toward your anus, slipping lightly over the wrinkled skin, lingering there, gently probing, and then moving higher.
My body crouches over you. I remember so clearly the vision of your beautiful face, your cheeks flushed a heated red, your hair long and beautiful and shining softly in the darkness. The hands on your waist turn you so that you are on your side. You feel my body lengthening against yours. My hand rises along your side, over your ribs, under your breast, then cupping the soft flesh gently, passionately. Your nipple is straining against my palm and I slide my hand down to touch the sensitive nub with gentle fingers. I remember the softness of your flesh and the sharpness of your nipples and my body stirs again. My lips are on your neck, climbing higher until I take the lobe of your ear into my lips, caressing the line of your ear upward and then just barely touching the inner skin. You feel the heat and slight moisture of my breath in your ear as I tell you softly how badly I have wanted you.
You feel my loins pressing into your buttocks, my cock hard and straining and lying between the tantalizing flesh. I press gently into you, mimicking the motions of sex as I tease us both. My arm is cast over you, my hand running over your breasts, teasing your nipples, sliding lower over your stomach to your burning nether lips. Your thighs spread apart as you give me freedom to probe your heated cunt. My fingers delve into you, probing your inner walls, learning your secrets.
