The Last Step

The urge to truly make love to you overwhelms me. I feel hungry, mentally hungry with desire and I desperately want to satiate that craving. Slowly I pull away and begin to slide gradually down your body, kissing as I go; soft delicate kisses that make your skin quiver under my lips. I reach a dark nipple and run my tongue over its hard undulations. You sigh and fall back into the pillows, rolling slightly onto your back. I continue my descent, keeping as much of my body in contact with you as I can; feeling it slide underneath me, letting the hunger build. Reaching your hips I slide over your legs and nestle myself between your pale thighs. You clench them together slightly gripping me in a warm muscular embrace. Lying comfortably on my belly I let my hands trace over those firm sculpted muscles, watching every ripple, every twitch of that fine skin. My hand slows and my fingers finally come to rest in that soft ginger fluff. I can feel you holding your breath. Before me, lying hard and magnificent amid the gold and red is the core of your manhood, the very essence of your being, the one thing that can slake my appetite. Gently I close my fingers around the base and you shudder and arch from the bed, gasping and cursing, your curls dancing about your shoulders. I pause, giving you time to settle. The skin is so soft; velvety and smooth. I can feel your pulse deep within it, throbbing against my palm. Carefully I slide my hand up, feeling its heat burn into me, the saliva rising in my mouth. I watch you as I reach the tip and tighten my grip a little. You are all consumed; eyes tightly closed, hands gripping the sheets, body taut and strained. I slowly pull my hand back, drawing away the foreskin that hides the pulsing gem below. Your body heaves; feet planting into the bed on either side of me pushing you into the air. You reach up behind your head, finding the headboard you wrap your hands around the up-rights as I peel back the thin white sheath of skin a little further. That deeply flushed head of cayenne and cherry pushes from the soft covering of flesh, a pearlesent drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip like a pollen-laden stamen pushing out from between the petals of a summer flower. The sweetness of that juice is impossible to resist, my hunger now growing ever more insatiable. I wrap my lips around the end and let the honeyed bead coat my tongue.

"Ho...ly...Crap...Sarah." You manage to breathlessly murmur as you writhe about me.

I glance up and giggle. Your manhood rests lightly on my tongue and the sound of my laughter send vibrations through your shaft making you moan and writhe even more. Loosening one hand from the headboard you grab my hair in a futile attempt to hold me off you, desperate to end the erotic torment, but I know you do not want me to let go. I run my tongue around the hot solidness once more, the tip burning and throbbing in the wetness of my mouth. Slowly I release you and you cry out as if deprived of the pleasure. But I have not finished. The heat between my legs is almost as hot as your hardness and I feel it demanding, wanting, quivering uncontrollably. Now I am ready for you, ready to feel our bodies joined, to take the last step towards absolute ecstasy as we both let go of who we are.

I slide slowly up onto my knees between your legs, you are watching me intently now. Carefully I position myself until I am sat astride your hips. Your hands rise up and curl themselves around my waist to hold me in place. Between my thighs, standing almost to attention, the key that fits my lock. I rise, and lifting that beauty with one hand, guide it to its destination. For a moment I loose myself, unable to focus on anything but the body-shaking waves of euphoria cascading over my flesh as I slide you to the hilt. I arch back in your arms gripping your manhood without mercy. You rise from the bed, a choking groan escaping your lips. Your body presses against mine; head buried between my heaving breasts, your arms wrapping me tightly about the waist. As my senses return I can hear your heavy breathing and feel the pounding of your heart against me. I slide my arms around your neck and run my fingers through your curls to soothe you. I shiver as I feel the soft wetness of your tongue roll over a hardened nipple and then the gentle draw as you suck it into your mouth. I can't help but gasp and wriggle in your embrace, fighting against the nip of your teeth on the sensitive nub.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, you release me and ease back onto your elbows, staring at me from under half-closed eyelids as I begin to gently rock against your pelvis. You match the rise and fall of my hips with your own; pulling and pushing against the tightness that holds you. That dark brooding look of concentration returns to your face as you seem to stare through me. I feel almost sombre in that moment, not sad - far from it - but serious and focused, as the realisation of our joining becomes apparent to me. In this one moment - our bodies locked together, our eyes focusing solely one each other - nothing else matters, nothing but our need, our wanting, our release.

The climax takes me by surprise, not the muscle tightening, gasping climax that our past encounters yielded, but a fiery wave of liquid rapture that feels as if it is oozing from every pore on my body. I feel you explode inside me, the heat of your ejaculation mixing with my own as the wetness floods from my body and gushes over my thighs. I look down upon your writhing frame as you push the whole of your being into me; your hair cascading over the pillows and the sweat running from your temples damping the hair into dark braids. Your hands search out frantically for anything to grasp onto which will keep you on the bed and an uncontrollable yell bursts from your lungs leaving you gasping for air. It is only now that I realise I too am screaming, screaming out as I bear down relentlessly upon you, impaling myself to the point of blissful agony and desperate to hold on to every last quiver of my orgasm. Almost rigid with passion, I slump forward onto you body and I feel you wrap yourself around me.

The tears come unbidden to my eyes; the after-shock of that perfect moment of bliss. My body feels open, exposed, suddenly free. I know you feel it too, I can feel you holding your breath, trying to stop the sob that you know will shake your body if you breath too deeply. If this is what it is to truly make love then I have found Elysium.

My Hudson; of all the men in the bar I could have been drawn to, I chose you. You are so many contradictions wrapped up inside that long leather coat. Darkly subdued, yet divinely liberated, cold and indifferent yet full of fiery heat and passion. I peel myself from your body and bury myself into your arms, you hold me so tightly I never want to move again. I could climax a million times in my life and never come close to the ecstasy that you have given me tonight.

Now is not the time for questions or plans, I know they will wait until tomorrow. All that matters now is just being. I lie awake and watch you fall asleep in my arms before I too surrender to the weight of exhaustion. Good night my dark angel, I love you.