Thoughts race through my mind, a silent acknowledgment of the past, the pain, betrayal and loss we’d both endured. The lies I’d been told. All of those things were washed away in a rushing wave of emotions that suddenly flooded me with the memories of how we were brought together, each of us found within the other, the completion, the true love we had sought for so long.
I was overwhelmed by her. Cast asunder by the joy of discovering the heart of her. Seeing her soul, knowing her desire matched mine.
My hands moved desperately, fingers working buttons then casting away her now-useless clothes, like any other barrier that would have denied me our life together. What followed was a blur of moments of frenzied undressing, uncaring that we tore each other’s clothes in the mad rush to feel each other naked. A desperate need to feel her body pressed against mine, skin on skin. Then as if I manifested it, she was gloriously naked before me, bathed in the light of the moon.
Pure perfection.
My eyes roamed over her for a moment, as if I was seeing the object of my desire for the first time. But this only lasted for a moment, for in the next, I had her pressed against me, rolling on top of her, hands and fingers touching and caressing and touching and feeling, my body smashed against hers in a desperate attempt to be one being, one soul for all eternity.
Finally, I found myself wrapped in her embrace as her thighs wrapped around my waist. I felt as if I was falling deep into the fathomless of her sky-blue eyes. My heart lurched as no fear surrounded me. I welcomed the fall, embraced it, accepted it.
I wanted to live a lifetime in this moment, surrounded by her love.
Moving above her, I slid into her and gasped loudly as her heat poured out of her. She was so hot, like a furnace. I craved her searing heat, clutching her embrace. It took only a heartbeat for her eyes to lock with mine as I found her hands, holding them above her, as I slowly rose up, sliding home.
The sensation threatened to take away my sanity.
There were no words to describe the feeling of being inside her. Her incredible wetness allowed my entrance as I poured myself into her in one joining thrust. Swept away by the intensity of her body, I felt as if I was flying through the universe, seeing the most wonderful, miraculous sights. I wanted to spend forever in this moment, knowing I would be satisfied, content for a lifetime.
I was no longer Max. She was no longer Remi. We were one as our bodies collided with the slap of wet skin hitting wet skin, joined as one being, one soul, one breath.
A yearning, a pretense of restraint, was swallowed up by my desire, my need, my craving for her, to drive her beyond the limits of endurance. Swamped by love, emotion and sensation, I began to move, rocking back with my hips. Her legs clamped around me as our mouths come together in an intense, searing kiss. So powerful that I was relentlessly consumed by the onslaught force of our bodies.
My cock slid from inside her as the room's cool air felt frigid, icy compared to the molten heat of her grasping walls. I barely made it back far enough to feel her lips caress the back of my cockhead, only to plunge back into her with a wild, powerful thrust. Again, my body collided with hers, seeking the warmth of heaven she held deep inside her soul.
The perfect rhythm, a soft song, the perfect melody was sung between us without even trying, as I palpated her tender pussy with my bone-hard cock. Her body milked my cock each time I was inside her, holding me in only to release me at just the right note, hitting a crescendo. The song we played went on for hours as we gave into the music of our bodies and our souls.
I never wanted it to end.
I heard her voice crying out, rising up, exultantly screaming my name as she rose above the tempo, falling over the cusp into the great divide. Watching her fly sent my soul soaring after hers. As her walls squeezed me, her muscles clamped down hard, trapping me within her as I felt the flood of her scalding essence forced through the seal she had around my shaft. I felt a waterfall wash over the base of my cock and all over my balls.
With a crazed, primal growl, I grabbed her calves and leaned into her, my chest pressing against her thighs as her ankles dangled over my shoulders. Folding her in half with my body, I began to drive my cock deep and hard inside her. The desperate need to fly with her became overwhelming. A compulsion, a need to join our souls as we soared together. Her screams told me she was completely filled as I held inside her. She was my perfect fit. Our bodies were made for each other.
I whipped my hips into a frenzy of motions, raring back, power-stroking back home, determined to drive her over that edge again. I don’t know how often she cried out because I was screaming too. She moved like a woman possessed, wild and uncontrolled, thrashing all over the bed as each new orgasm slammed into her with hurricane force.
Suddenly, I felt the moment where there was no turning back. Screaming her name, I plunged down inside her with the hardest body-pounding thrust yet. Once there, my whole body locked up as her name tore its way out of my very soul to echo off the walls as I came undone. I erupted inside her with heavy spurts shooting into her body as I gave her everything I was.
My body convulsed each time my cock spurted out a scalding offering of cum, flooding her still-spasming pussy. As the universe faded and I slowly fell back to earth, her arms caught me, holding me tight as I gasped, her sweet essence filling my lungs. I lay beside her, holding her close to me as I brought her small, delicate hand to my lips, kissing each of her fingers.
Her soft breaths eased into gentle whisps of air as she succumbed to the darkness, knowing that I would protect her and I do. Holding her close to me, I try not to think of the cold darkness creeping in, desperately wanting to stay in the warm afterglow of our love.
But with all things, life finds a way and soon, reality crept back in, bringing the darkness and pain. With it came the fear.
The fear of what’s to come.
If I could stay in this moment, in her arms forever, cocooned within our bubble forever, I would gladly do so.
She is my world.
My love.
My soul.
My reason for living.
She is everything good and special in this fucked up world and for a short time, she allowed me to see, to feel something more.
No matter what happened tomorrow, I needed her to live.
To keep soaring high above the darkness of this world.
“I love you, Remi,” I whispered into the darkness, praying my words would find their way to her because I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
I just hoped I liked the outcome.