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He puts his book aside, rises gracefully to his feet and slowly walks towards me. I don’t move, everything is still, the wind no longer plays in the trees, birds are no longer singing, life has come to a halt. He leans and removes my sunglasses from my face, and holds out his hand.
I take it.
He knows.
I know.
He leads us to the deck and we stare into each other’s eyes, barely inches apart. I don’t know who moves first but when our lips meet my whole world narrows down to him. I can no more fight the fire devouring me, than save the whole galaxy on my own. His lips are soft and mobile, applying gentle pressure on mine.
I open my mouth for him; open my heart and my soul to him with this simple gesture. His tongue slides inside and curls around mine so slowly my head spins from so much gentleness. Our hands start to explore, ghosting over clothes which don’t even seem to be there as his hands burn my skin, as if he’s marking my body with barely a touch.
I know only he can make me feel this way.
And although I’ve never been with a man, it doesn’t matter, I don’t care.
Nothing else matters but him.
It can only be Daniel.
Our tongues dance achingly slowly, our hands roam and stroke, divest each other of clothing. Nothing can come between us at that moment. It’s just the two of us.
I don’t even realise we’re naked, and the feel of his warm, nude body against mine makes me gasp loudly. I silently thank the height of the trees that provide us that intimacy in plain sight.
I know we’re taking a huge risk being naked, kissing, exploring each other’s body on the deck of my house, but I couldn’t care less if Apophis’s mothership itself landed in my garden right now.
I know that for a fleeting moment he’s going to be mine and I’m going to be his.
He gently pushes me on the hammock I put here a few weeks ago and bends to slowly lick my jaw, then my collarbone until he takes my right nipple into his mouth. The sensation nearly has me shouting and I grip his shoulder to try to keep some sort of ground on reality.
He straightens again and I stop him from moving by placing my hand on his forearm. I take in the delicious curves and hard planes of his body, trail my fingers down his abdomen where his dick twitches for me.
He’s incredible.
So perfectly beautiful.
I look into his eyes to see the same need and desire reflected here... it just takes my breath away. God. What Daniel can possibly see in me I have no idea, but I’m not about to ask. He’s here and it’s all that matters right now.
I prop myself on one elbow with difficulty as every move I make sends the hammock swaying. I wrap my free arm around his waist, and he steps closer to me until my lips are inches from his skin. God, he smells so good!
I just rest my open lips on his belly and breathe him in. The contact of his skin, as well as the violent punch in the guts this simple touch elicits, makes me gasp again. I close my eyes and while my head spins, the tip of my tongue tastes him for the first time.
I almost feel like crying.
His breath catches in his throat and I know he feels the same.
We know.
I slowly lick his belly down to one hipbone, then lower where my tongue catches the first pubic hairs which I can’t help but lick too. His hand is slowly stroking my short hair. Christ, how I love to hear, as well as feel, his deepening breath against my face.
I rub my cheek against his engorged cock. I can’t resist and run the tip of my tongue from the underside to the head where I suck lightly. He is the most delectable thing I’ve ever tasted. I swirl my tongue around the head before taking it into my mouth again, and I don’t know if I hear or dream my whispered name.
I plant soft kisses on his dick, completely lost in the smell of him, the taste of him...
This moment is perfect.
I know he can’t take anymore, he hardly suppresses his moans, the most amazing sound I’ve heard from him. I lift my head and my arm leaves his waist to reach for him.
I kiss him.
God, kissing him is beyond everything I ever imagined a kiss could be. I melt, dissolve, completely.
He manages to sit on my thighs and the hammock sways dangerously, but I have him. I won’t let him fall and he knows it. We kiss and caress with tender passion. The sun is slowly starting to lower, bathing us in its last rays, warming already heated bodies.
The perfection of it all is so painful...
Daniel retrieves a tube of sunblock that he used earlier and put beside us, without me even noticing. I don’t know what’s going to happen, I know he’s as much of a virgin with men as I am.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he applies sunblock on my dick which is nearly at bursting point. I can’t take that much, I’m falling apart, spiralling into a place that could be heaven as it could be hell. His eyes bore directly into my soul and he lets me see inside him, lets me inside him as he lowers himself carefully on my dick. It takes ages, one of his hands is gripping my shoulder while the other is at the base of my cock. I put my hands under his ass instinctively to take his weight. The muscles of his thighs are impressively bulging with the effort. He moves slightly and plants his feet more firmly on the ground, and continues his slow thrusts which swallow more of me each time.
I can’t close my eyes, even though the heat and tightness around my dick is so incredibly good I want to scream.
He takes all of me, sighs and arches his back. God, he’s almost purring when he starts to fuck himself slowly on my dick.
I ache.
Everywhere.
I feel my cock and my balls being ripped apart.
The churning in my guts is almost unbearable.
It’s too much.
Daniel is bringing me into places I don’t ever want to come back from.
I feel like each time he lowers himself on my cock he swallows more of me, like I’m melting into him. I can see it in his eyes too, his eyes darkened with passion... there’s no end and no beginning, we’re as one, completely lost in each other.
The intensity is unbearable, I can’t take it anymore.
One of my hands grabs his bobbing dick and strokes firmly, while my other hand revels in the feel of his thigh muscles contracting rhythmically. I don’t know how he manages to stand this position, but it’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen. His hands frantically grab my shoulders, he pants and gasps, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me when we meet for an awkward kiss given the swaying of the hammock.
When his tongue meets mine I lose all thread of sanity.
I’m exploding, coming so hard, my heart so heavy with emotions, I sob and sob my pleasure into his mouth. I swallow his yell as I feel his semen firing, his ass clamp around my pulsing dick and everything is light, bright light that blinds me and sucks all the air out of my lungs.
We sob and pant, and cling to each other.
He’s shaking from the exertion and I help him climb on the hammock. His thighs won’t comply so I half lift, half make him fall on me, between my legs.
He rests his head on my shoulder, trying to catch his breath, looking away from me in the garden.
I follow his gaze, lulled by the gentle swaying of the hammock.
The garden has darkened, a few birds chirp in the soft summer breeze and here and there, there’s the muffled sound of a car passing by, but I hear nothing, see nothing.
As I catch the last of the sunray before it definitely disappears behind the hill, my heart, my gut, everything in me clenches and aches violently.
Daniel shivers so I wrap both my arms around him, the sweat on his back is cooling and I’m here to keep him warm.
I’m here for him.
The sun has gone down, signifying the time for darkness.
I swallow compulsively.
Soon clouds will come, rain will fall, another day will rise and the peace and rightness of that simple and true moment will be lost. Our lives, our responsabilities, the regs and everything that means that our love cannot be, will come back with the night that will envelop us in a few minutes.
I know it.
He knows it.
For one moment in our lives, one fleeting moment, he was mine and I was his, and the memory of it will have to last the rest of our lives.
Like a dream, a one and only blissful moment, a dream we can never make again.
My heart breaks.
I close my eyes and savour the feel of his weight on me.
It’s perfect.
Too good to last.
