As I did it, I thought of her. I pushed her down and watched. The cold metal of her tongue-ring bothered me, so I asked her to remove it. She did. When she resumed, I felt as if I dove into an ethereal warm river; I moaned. She continued and I fought hard the urge to grab her hair and press into her cheek, wanting to stretch it as far as I could. I could see her working on me like a mechanic. Every impulse in me raged to grab her hair and make her choke until she gagged and pulled away. But I fought the venom and asked her to go slower. I told her to enjoy it; to play. I began to gently skate my fingers down her backside. Pushing her off of me, I swung her around the bed and placed her on her back.
As slow as I could manage, I split the fire between her legs and pressed my forehead into her own. I began to pick up momentum in spite of myself as I bounced along the wave-like motion of her hips. Faster and faster we romped. She opened her mouth which I covered with my palm. “Don’t speak,” I said. “Trust me,” I said.
In quick succession I ventured in and out five or six times, then stopped half-way inside. “Shhh,” I said to myself, to us both. One movement and I would blow. We both lay waiting. “Here we go, here we go…” I said. I began again, faster—faster. Nine thrusts later… “Shh,” I said. “It’s okay. We’re both right here. “Shh,” I said. More to my body than anyone else. Again and again. Fast. Slow. Still. Fast. Fast! Fast! FASTER! Still. “Shhh…” I said.
“Here we go… here we go…” On and off like a mad lighthouse 'mid a storm. When my nipple brushed against her nipple—the hardness of both—the heat—terrified me. I felt my heart bloom out of my chest like a bud opening to reveal a rose which fell open on her breasts. When I came, we watched a Cardinal fly out the window into the morning sun. The lights went on, and in the stillness, tears burned down my cheeks. I had given birth to love, and, I was alone.
