The deeper I thrust the more I am lost to myself. I felt a connection to my body that only these moments reveal. And I could feel her body, the temptation of oblivion in her face, the waves of tension and relaxation in her belly, the impossible paralysis that blocked her neck and released it like a bow releasing an arrow (my teeth sank in her neck and her shoulders as if to find that old softness), her hands who didn’t know what to do and kept invading my body wherever they could reach, her legs now struck in a vibration like a single chord of violin eternally played. My body was now was focused on the movement of my hips seeking a rhythm, a music that may resonate with the both of us. In every thrust I could feel her inside, I wanted to feel it with my tip, but I was strangely afraid of hurting her, because I was always afraid that she was someone that could be hurt. I didn’t feel an intruder any longer inside her. It wasn’t a new environment now, I knew its heat (and yet I could not have been any more naked), I knew its walls because they kept touching me, teasing me, talking to me. That was a conversation neither of us could understand, a completely Other language, and yet we both felt it and wanted more because we felt it down to our hearts. I was thrusting towards that impossibility that is the sharing of two lives. I felt her impossibly and the fact that there was no other language between us in that moment meant that that was the closest I would ever feel to a communion. Her fingers found what I could not even hope they would find. She thrust a finger in my asshole like a surprise. Her nail bit in the sensitive skin, but after a few seconds I did not care, pleasure was the only feeling. The deeper I thrusted the more she pushed inside me. I was losing more and more of myself, I was enclosed in the space between my hips, an energy growing inside, that was taking control of my limbs. I wanted more, so I took hold of her buttocks to close the distance between us beyond what our bodies allowed. I wanted to go deeper, know this stranger better thrust after thrust. My hand on her ass is the closest embrace. I don’t want to let go but they energy out of control of my own hips made me lose balance for a moment so one hand landed by the side of her head. I looked at her and she was the most beautiful thing in the world. I kissed her desperately because I wanted this moment never to end. My tongue mirrored the movements of my dick, a synchronised dance without choreography. I felt everything down there, my dick dictating my emotions. The energy was building at its base expanding to touch her finger in my ass, she must have felt that energy too because she started tensing, her locked legs wanting me out. So I pushed faster, deeper, unable now to even distinguish the thrusts. Her womb closing on me, her lips tightening, her legs in a mad dance, her ass as if trying to escape the one hand I had, grabbing it hard. My head between my lips I felt myself burning, electricity up and down up and down the shaft of my dick, telling me my efforts were going to be rewarding, telling me of happiness. She had a silent spasm of orgasm that trapped me and freed me because in a last thrust I let go of everything, even of these words, and I came.
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