Should and ought to be"
Woman ~ Noah Floersch
It almost hurts to not be touching you. My invitation was wordless but could be heard across mountains. No more delay, how long had I been waiting for you? Finally I have you close. Your body half on mine, your lips stealing my breath. A hot hungry hand finds the hem of my dress and grips my thigh. No, I will not stop you. We both know that. But I need more, I'm aching for you. My noises tingle our connected tongues and are impossible to smother.
Angel, king, fisherman, or conqueror. At once you are all, but still feel real enough on my finger tips. I fold my legs toward my chest and you settle between them like a key fits a lock. Wordlessly you pull me forward and slip my dress from my shoulders. All is bare to you, save my stomach. The rough cloth of your shirt and pants on my skin as our hips refuse to disconnect leaves me buzzing. I'm alive at every nerve, like a bell, struck and trembling.
I can't wait any longer, I'm pleading with you to enter me. But your eyes shine with mischief, the look tells me I'm not going to get what I'm begging for so easily. Your lips cover mine again only briefly before the warmth of your mouth moves to my ears and neck. I'm trembling again, gripping your body with my legs and hanging on to fistfuls of your shirt. I'm trying to keep you in position with me, but you have other plans. The tongue and teeth that were at my neck move lower, creating a flaming path to my nipples.
I'll explode if this continues much longer. The grass, your clothes, your burning mouth sucking at my sensitive skin. I'm overwhelmed with the sensation. The cool air makes my nipples ache for your torture again. Back and forth you warm them, nipping and tonguing, only to leave this one cold to pay attention to the other. It's maddening, I'm at my wits end. I'm pleading still, but my words must be carried off with the wind because you don't stop.
My hips are wild against your belly now, any kind of friction or pressure to relieve me. But I find none, just as a stray bit of cloth grinds against me, it's slid away as you continue to move downward. I look down and still see the mischief swimming in your eyes. Swimming in those lit pools of honey, shining right into me, like every secret I have can be seen. It's impossible to look away, even when you do, your view of my most secret place unblocked. My thighs vibrate as you groan at the sight. Still your eyes are mine again, and they're the only thing I see as the world blurs viciously around me. What else can I focus on when the heat deep inside you is settling over my painfully alert skin.
Your tongue, and beard and lips are burning themselves into me. There is no rapture sweeter than this feeling. And you never look away. Your moans strike trails inside of me, adding to it. When I couldn't imagine a more powerful feeling, you give it to me as a gift. I'm crying your name, but I didn't remember you giving it to me. Still it's flowing behind my eyes and running through my veins, somehow I know you. Your hands grab my bucking hips and continue tasting me. It's like falling under waves in a warm ocean, and the tallest is rising right before me.
My mewls and gasps were trapped in my throat when I finally felt it. The waves had smothered me and I was lost to that sea of pleasure. Your mouth was still so insistent, pulling every last sound, every last drop of excitement from me. I was empty now, completely clean, the perfect medium to be fully filled by you. I'm the insistent one now, tugging and yanking at your shoulders to get your mouth to mine. I could taste all that you'd coaxed out of me across your lips and on your tongue.
I didn't have to beg any longer, although for you I'd be a Frenchman on my knees, crying Mercy ("Merci"). I was ready, more than ready, I was desperate. Your lyrical voice is crooning in my ear as I feel you sink into me. The waves rise again as my body seizes. You waste no time, going deeper until we're completely connected. All at once, it feels like the almost invisible moon and you and I will collide. This is the explosion I felt building, burning my skin, inside and out. I was grateful for your haste. The fervor between your legs matched my own but my mouth couldn't speak what my brain was screaming.
The pitch of your hips hammering into me and the ring of my voice seemed to echo and bounce off of nothing. It was reaching a crescendo, one more word, one more touch, and I would be lost to this world. Swimming forever in these waves. Your hand rested on the back of my neck and signaled your peak with a sharp grip on my hair. Your legs trembled like mine and your pace faltered. I could feel you spreading inside me. Reaching the farthest corners.
Then it was over, the wind was still blowing, the clouds still past overhead and the river still babbled. You seemed so still above me. I knew that the ground I laid against could reach up to claim me, but I would still not let you go. When your breathing finally stilled, our eyes met and I could see your lips moving again. My favorite song, playing still. But this tune was pulling me away. Up, up, upward. Your smiling face looking up as I rise, but to where? You wave me goodbye. Goodbye, Noah.
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The speaker was playing Clean by Noah Floersch, the theme I had set to wake me up in the morning for the past week now. God, I would never get tired of this song. But the dream! Holy shit, the dream! I reached to my night stand and pulled out my notebook that I kept close for these moments.
High winds, a field with shaking grass, a white dress. He was wearing a tug boat outfit. Same guy, Noah, it has to be him. The cartoon clouds. We made love again. I could hear his music everywhere. Even coming from inside me.
My roommate Holly knocks on the door loudly and sounds a bit exasperated.
"Lily for the love of fuck, please pick a different song! I can't keep being woken up by this shit!"
I didn't want to smile pettily but raising the volume on the speaker before turning the alarm off did feel just a little bit good. I rolled out of bed and looked out at the view. Chicago was still there, my room and my bed, and my cranky roommate were all still there. But where was I? Based on these dreams I would have thought I was in someone else's. Could he be dreaming about me too?
