Chapter Four ~ Something To Live For
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Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for. Dag Hammerskjold
Devouring me, swallowing me whole. Stripping my flesh with his mouth, greedy and savage and tender at the same time and dear sweet jesus his tongue and his hands and this. . .
worship
submission
desire
possession
Welcome to the precipice.
Our roles are reversed in the space of a heartbeat, in the fury of a fall from grace and I am caught in the rapture. Dig my heels hard into to the floor but can’t keep my thighs from spreading, opening to him as he breathes prayers over my skin, a fallen angel from the heavens, blessing me with the benediction of the divine praises, licking and sucking and biting and making me shudder and writhe and beg.
Turning my flesh inside out with every brush of his cheek, every nip, every wet pass of his beautiful tongue. Spreading me. Opening me. Feel his breath and his lips and mouth and dear sweet jesus I need . . .
I want. . .
“Please . . .please. . .fuck me. Fuck me. Need you . . . in me . . . everything. . . just, please. . .David. . .”
Feet sliding on the smooth, polished floor until I find just the right niche. My hands cup the curve of TJ's ass and my thumbs spread him wide. Teeth biting and my tongue slides in and out and in and out ... head moving up to suck with wet lips on that silken space in between. To nudge his balls with my nose and leave hickeys on the tender skin of his inner thighs.
Then back down where I worship and praise and offer up my soul for more of this and now and here. His body lifts off the floor to meet my mouth, his hips push back into my head and I just keep up the slow, grinding pressure until his hands find my head and dig into my scalp.
I pull back, two fingers still rolling inside of him. Leaning over his body, balanced on one palm and looking down into heaven and hell and everything I want right now. Balanced on the edge of something much more vulnerable and precarious.
"Take off the rosary, Terrence. Take it off and let me in ..."
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for. Dag Hammerskjold
Devouring me, swallowing me whole. Stripping my flesh with his mouth, greedy and savage and tender at the same time and dear sweet jesus his tongue and his hands and this. . .
worship
submission
desire
possession
Welcome to the precipice.
Our roles are reversed in the space of a heartbeat, in the fury of a fall from grace and I am caught in the rapture. Dig my heels hard into to the floor but can’t keep my thighs from spreading, opening to him as he breathes prayers over my skin, a fallen angel from the heavens, blessing me with the benediction of the divine praises, licking and sucking and biting and making me shudder and writhe and beg.
Turning my flesh inside out with every brush of his cheek, every nip, every wet pass of his beautiful tongue. Spreading me. Opening me. Feel his breath and his lips and mouth and dear sweet jesus I need . . .
I want. . .
“Please . . .please. . .fuck me. Fuck me. Need you . . . in me . . . everything. . . just, please. . .David. . .”
Feet sliding on the smooth, polished floor until I find just the right niche. My hands cup the curve of TJ's ass and my thumbs spread him wide. Teeth biting and my tongue slides in and out and in and out ... head moving up to suck with wet lips on that silken space in between. To nudge his balls with my nose and leave hickeys on the tender skin of his inner thighs.
Then back down where I worship and praise and offer up my soul for more of this and now and here. His body lifts off the floor to meet my mouth, his hips push back into my head and I just keep up the slow, grinding pressure until his hands find my head and dig into my scalp.
I pull back, two fingers still rolling inside of him. Leaning over his body, balanced on one palm and looking down into heaven and hell and everything I want right now. Balanced on the edge of something much more vulnerable and precarious.
"Take off the rosary, Terrence. Take it off and let me in ..."