Colorblind
Written by Tammy
He moved against her slowly, trying not to hurt her. She was golden, his goddess.
I am colorblind
Long, shimmering hair trailed along his skin as she arched against him, gasping.
Coffee black and egg white
His fingers traced idle patterns on her skin as he gently thrust against her, slowly building into a rhythm older than they could ever know. Sensations thrummed within them, both old and new, some never felt before and others long forgotten. It had been so long it was almost as if it was the first time - as if they were rediscovering things that they had never before known.
Pull me out from inside
He heard her hiss as hit he a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers gripped tightly onto his arms around her - she felt as if she needed to hold something, or she would go crazy from the sensations inside and around her.
I am ready I am ready I am ready I am
He rocked, slowly, back and forth inside her. Peppering her back with little kisses, he rolled over so that they were both on their stomachs, and gradually increased his pace. She moaned at the sudden movement, and began to gently thrust back against him, needing to feel him as deeply as possible.
Taffy stuck and tongue-tied
He marveled at the way they fit together. She was so small, and perfect, and seemed to have been built just to fit to him. Like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She just… fit.
Stutter shook and uptight
All she knew, right then, was that he felt so good and so right and she never wanted this to stop, never never never, because if it ever stopped she didn't think she could bear the loss of him. He was so perfect, and so good, and god, he just… fit.
Pull me out from inside
They moved against each other as one, meeting the other's thrusts as if they had done this a million times before instead of just that once, as if they lived purely for this union. It was so… natural to them. No clumsy mistakes, no awkwardness. It was perfect.
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am fine.
Gradually, their pace increased. Almost imperceptibly at first, they slowly began to thrust harder, and faster, as if they knew exactly what was coming, and couldn't wait to meet it.
I am covered in skin
He loved her hair. Had he mentioned that? Like silk, it wound its way down her back in front of him, and he leaned forward and buried his face in it as he thrust into her again. It was so soft, and smooth, and it smelled like heaven, like spring-time, like vanilla and citrus and everything pure and fresh. Like salvation.
No one gets to come in
Suddenly feeling the need to see her face, he quickly pulled out and flipped her over. She whimpered at the loss, and a soft keening sound came from her throat as he thrust back into her. He silenced her with a kiss, tongues intertwining as they mimicked the actions of their bodies.
Pull me out from inside
They quickened their pace again now, nearing the precipice. As they both flew towards the edge, they looked each other deep in the eyes.
“I love you.” “I love you.”
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding,
As they both soared over the edge of the precipice, a twin chorus of declarations of love on their lips, they both had the same thought, reflected in their lover's eyes.
“I'm home.”
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am fine.
The End