The Colour of Silence

Astonished I noticed that my hardness did not recede, that my body was hungering for more, as was hers. The surprise was painted in her face also, when I resumed, to be wiped off again by the mounting lust and heat. She moaned and groaned, when I took her harder and faster, but despite the fierce passionate bout, she did not seem to find her release. After what felt like an eternity, I was about to grow tired and halted questioningly. She smiled and motioned me off her body to take over from there. She straddled me and started riding me at moderate pace first, then quickening when she noticed that I was ready to come again. Although I did not want to leave her unfulfilled, there was no way to stop the inevitable and I shook and spasmed into my second outburst. She kissed me and let herself sink down to me, and I locked her into an embrace. I whispered "Sorry", when our lips parted, but she smiled and shook her head.

"Nothing to be sorry about, I don't come that way."

There was still so much I didn't know about her, but relieved I realised that we would have all the time in the world for that. But now I felt the urgency to provide her with her dues in a different way, slowly rolling to the side, then releasing my grip to let her rest on her back again, kissing and licking my way down from her face in a straight line down to her dripping wet honey-pot, savouring the still unfamiliar taste of our commingled juices. I sensed that she was aching, so I skipped all preliminaries and build-ups, licking her furiously, following the thrashing of her body, incensed by her loud moans and repeated "Oh's".

Her legs were in constant motion, as she tensed up her muscles and relaxed again, indicating how close she was already. Within a few minutes, her swollen clit retreated and I opened my eyes to witness the apex of her lust, which she screamed into the quiet room. However, feeling that justice should be served, I continued unabatedly, albeit slower and more playful now, as she showed no sign of being overly sensitive and in need of a short respite, as you had been. By now we were both sweating profusely because of the closeness to the fireplace, but I think we produced more heat than those tender flames. She shook and turned her head from side to side again and again, as if indicating her disbelief in the intensity of experience, sometimes muffling her own groans that seemed to come deeper and deeper from within. I took great care not to drive her this time, but let her ascend to this peak, slowly and with all possible deliberation, and was rewarded by the spectacle of a seemingly even more intense conclusion.

It took ages of cuddling and calming down, before we were able to speak again, saying the only meaningful words on our minds.

"I love you."

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Now you know my love, how it all happened. This white rose I brought you is from the greenhouse in her garden. I haven't been here for a while and tomorrow I will move permanently to her place, so I will visit you less in the future.

But you and Steven will always be with me, in my heart. I would have never believed that there is room for someone else, but it is truly so. I will always love you and I know that you would want me to be happy. And I am.

How changed the world is in spring, how beautiful and renewed.

White is the colour of silence.
Green is the colour of life.