Infinity in Motion

He is there, as I always dreamed of, pressed against me,
Mouth on mine.
His hands are everywhere, touching caressing,
Making me burn.
There is only sensation now, I cannot see, cannot hear,
Can only feel
His voice is an echo in my brain, felt rather than heard

“How can I make you cum?”

I cannot see his face, but I know every line of it
With my hands
I feel his hand on mine, he brings me to him
His hardness is beneath me
I stroke him gently and his hips rock against me
His breath hot in my ear
Hot breath, hotter hands, hotter touches, hotter passions
Hottest hunger I have ever felt

“Oh God I need you, please.”

I hear a humming and it is me, moaning from some far place
Whispering that I want him
The fumbling of hands, the absence of clothing
Only skin now
The roughness of his cheek scrapes my smoothness
Wet on my breast
That center of all sensation is in my hands now, his hands in my hair
My name on his lips

“I want to see if you are wet for me.”

There is hard floor beneath me, rough surfaces,
Jagged edges
Ice against my back, heat against my front
Electricity inside of me
The shaft of heat is gone from my grasp
I want it back
There is movement, sign of his fervor against my thighs
Between them

“Oh my God…”

My vision returns in a shower of stars, I scream
Perhaps out loud
His face is against my shoulder, my arms around him
As he moves
I cannot live like this, there is too much sensation
He is too gentle
Harder now, faster, hotter, bigger, higher hungrier
Nothing else exists

“I’m going to cum…”

There is a wash of feeling so intense
That it is light
I am flying now, floating with only his grip in my hair
To catch me
His head is thrown back, his eyes closed
Face contorted
He convulses, again, once more
And collapses

Infinity is lost