Salty taste
Thick curtains of heavy velvet covered the windows, not giving the cold electric light of the night city the slightest chance to penetrate the room's darkness.
Hands slid over clothing, hands intertwined with hands, hands pressed her firmly into a heated body. "Yes," a satisfied whisper welcomed the rip of tearing fabric, fingers on tender skin birthed a whirlpool of desires and carried the girl away to unknown lands. "Yes," lips exhaled when his nails scratched her back, leaving hot trails on goosebump-covered skin.
A hitch and a quiet giggle, the damned shirt just wouldn't yield. A sweep of a hand and a rattle of falling buttons, the rustle of fabric and a convulsive
sigh. Palms found their target, sniffed at her body, studied it, invisible, tenderly squeezing the hemispheres and... passing by! Not stopping! Disappointment."Ooh..." — a drawn-out moan, extracted by warm lips. "Oh yes, don't stop," he pleaded when the hot mouth roamed over her velvet chest. "Oh god, what are you doing," thoughts flared up like rainbow butterflies, fluttering from nipples swollen with the last of her blood.
Palms whispered to her of love, embracing her shoulders. They hinted at tenderness, passing over her arms, barely touching the delicate down of her skin. They played with her, enveloping her ribs and covering her tummy. They threatened, pushing her back onto the kisses blazing with unearthly magic. They were insolent, thrusting into her pants and squeezing her firm buttocks.
They left a wet trail on her stomach, those unpredictable hot lips, they covered it with promises of kisses, tormented her with patience... While a dangerous dozen fanged snakes leisurely freed her legs from clothing, a hot tongue licked her navel and proprietorially delved inside, burning with hot, wet flesh.
Two quiet touches to the floor. Legs, encased in the thin shell of leggings up to mid-thigh, felt no cold. Only the heat of tightly pressed shoulders, only the heat of a tongue making its way along their inner part, only the flame of his desire. They trembled and bent at the knees, they spread apart, surrendering to the victor's mercy...
Merciless lips covered her center, fingers gained unprecedented firmness, digging into the hemispheres of her buttocks, not letting the victim escape. Drawn-out moans of one trapped in the snare of her own passion mingled with the wet rustle of flesh against flesh. Her shoulders pulled back, fingers dug into fingers, the girl tried to flee from unbearable torment — but in vain. Her legs betrayed her, shamelessly splayed before the man, salty drops on the petals of her flower giving her away completely.
The darkness flickered and shimmered with rainbow flashes before wide-open, unseeing eyes. The darkness exploded in intricate patterns, biting her down below with alien lips. The darkness triumphed, weaving itself into murky whitish clouds, crawling into her with an alien tongue.
The girl couldn't bear it and cried out quietly, shamefully. Her soul hid in fear, wrapping the pillar of her spine in a cold, timid cloud, while her body craved more. Young, strong, firm, frenzied, it understood why it was here — and rejoiced! The convulsions of wet flesh inside filled her with tremors of ecstasy, muscles strangled each other with thick ropes, lungs convulsively contracted, growling and wheezing as they heaved taut streams of silence and gloom.
Caress. Tenderness. Passion. How they intertwined, these three whirlwinds, raging in waves beneath velvet skin? Again and again, such different yet similar feelings brushed her soul with their wings, causing the girl to shudder and miss a breath. Pulsation ran through her, squeezing and releasing muscles like a glove on a skillful hand.
Rising on tiptoes, she strained to escape the rising climax, but it caught her, striking her in the stomach unerringly, scattering like smoldering coals and sparks, hurling her to the floor and forcing her to thrash in a paroxysm of passion. Nails dug into the carpet, tearing out clumps, while her body lived its own life, writhing and slapping against it like a fish carelessly tossed onto sand.
Strong arms embrace her, carry her to the bed. Strong arms ask her a question, and she kisses them in answer. "Yes, I cannot refuse," is written on the wing of one of the butterflies of her wild thoughts in the depths of her mind, veiled with the haze of pleasure.
They slide over thin fabric, their presence comforts, lifting her tense legs. A clenched fist runs over her thighs, brushing against the wet rose and sticking to it. It turns, releasing an incredibly thick and hard shaft that crosses all boundaries...
A sob. "Is that a murder weapon?" — a thought lost in her skull knocks against its walls, finding no exit. (Erotic stories) Clenched fingers lay on his back — to tear him off, to push him away, but... why are they hugging him so?! Why do the traitorous lips, parting, whisper "yes!"?
Stunned, she doesn't have time to understand when the man bore down on her and squeezed. But she feels perfectly how he moves — there, inside, filling her completely and even more. It seems even her bones have parted, there's not enough room at all! In panic, she spreads her legs — wider? But the hard, hot shaft is relentless, it enters again and again, despite the weak, too weak clench of the smacking wet embrace.
The man growls, gathering her into an armful and continuing his thrusts. And she... she has already turned into sensations, she has become one wet slit between her beautiful legs. A slit that now shudders under powerful blows. Already moaning. Greedily, insatiably, taking in the amazing organ and emitting melodic trills of squeals. It turns out her body is an instrument that must be played just like this; only now is she alive. More alive than anyone alive. How did she not understand this before?
The slaps of flesh against flesh come more and more often. They mix with her shriek, with his growl. The darkness takes them into itself, the darkness muffles them with its body, absorbing and soaking them up... it seems it too was languishing with passion.
Suddenly thrown back into her own head, the girl squinted absurdly, trying to pierce the rainbow spots with her gaze. Unsuccessfully, her lover remained invisible, washing over her with billowing heat and an impatient roar. Loving her. Piercing her.
Hot liquid struck her heart in a taut stream, scalding her womb. It filled her with warmth, gave her strength and courage to live on. To live without it — just a little, she must endure, and then again...
The man bore down on her, breathing heavily. Strong. Confident. The girl squeezed him tightly, wishing never to part. Not now. After all, they just found each other, right? Tenacious fingers tormented his back, parted coral lips bared little fangs that scratched his neck. "Mmm, so salty!" — a delighted thought...
***
Night yielded its rights to the sun. Burning rays covered the city, their flame penetrating everywhere. Shattering and diminishing, one of the rays struggled to overcome the glass surface and bumped against the dark drapery. Here it finally died, but, reflecting, scattered around, and the room dark at night was now much brighter.
On the crumpled sheets lay two bodies. The girl pressed her nocturnal lover to her bare chest. Her eyes opened slightly, awakened by a ray of light. Fingers on his shoulder trembled and stirred, stroked. "Doesn't burn now." Lips parted in a warm smile, revealing reddened teeth, and eyes, fluttering lashes, closed, plunging her into the darkness of dreams.