Instrument of Passion

She will invite me into her apartment and not talk about anybody else or what she has to do tomorrow or how many pounds she has to lose and just let me touch her hips and grab her arms and tell her how devastatingly gorgeous she is and how she should just let herself be perfect and let me tell her how perfect she is and she can kiss my cheek and pull on the back of my hair and I can lay her legs on top of mine and we can hold hands and fall asleep like that and then in the morning when her cat is on the windowsill and the light is early in the sky we can both wake up at roughly the same time and I will have a persistent erection and we will look at each other in the eyes and kiss, slowly and nibbly, and I'll bite her lower lip and touch her jaw lightly with the thumb and index finger of my left hand and then I lower my left hand and use it to take off her underwear and touch her hip bone firmly and cup her thigh with a similar firmness and her legs will start to move away from each other slightly and I will very lightly and deliberately touch her pussy and pull away from her face and look her in the eyes with a serious and intensely curious facial expression and look down at her breasts and continue to touch her pussy and it will be warm and wet and inviting and I will start to gently bite her earlobe and it will continue like this and it will be boring and mechanical because when I'm intimidated by a strong woman like her I resort to formulaic and tired sexual procedure and in all honestly what I just described probably wouldn't happen at all or at least not happen like that because she's smart smart smart and interesting and exciting and she would challenge me in exactly the way I want to be challenged and she would say or do something that makes me feel uncomfortable but in an inviting way and I will try new things and it would encourage me to be more uninhibited and she might even call herself 'mama' or something and I would get intensely turned on and maybe shove her up against the bed frame and maybe she would take this as affirmation that she should continue this sort of talk and then she will say something incredibly rude and filthy and I look her in the eyes and sternly say, 'shut the fuck up' and then maybe she immediately slaps me in the face and it stings with the sharp metallic resonance that only guilt can bring and I get so fucking turned on that I shove my face into her face and want to disappear there and I take both of her wrists and forcefully place them at the upper corners of the bed and the slight resistance I feel on her part while doing so will make me harder than I think I've ever been in my life and I will furiously suck on each of her breasts (first the left, then the right) and feel, for a fleeting second, a distinct and intense thankfulness to be in such close and intimate proximity to such an unbelievably beautiful woman and release her wrists which she will immediately bring to the back of my head and I will slide my torso down her torso while making loud, wet kisses across the skin of her stomach and she smells so fucking good and I grab both of her legs at the same time and lift them onto my shoulders.

I immediately feel the space behind her knees with my fingers and it is wet with sweat and I make a loud, contented groan and my face gets close to her sex and I breathe in through my nose deeply and voraciously and it's fucking brutally intoxicating and my eyes close and I start to kiss her pussy, softly, and lap at it with my lower lip and her breathing is becoming labored and I'm cupping her kneecaps with my palms but she's starting to writhe so I move my hands back up her torso back to her breasts, those big fucking beautiful breasts and hold them together like the gifts that they are and start to circle her clit with my tongue and groan and hum and her legs start to close in on my head and I take her clit into my mouth and start to suck on it to varying degrees of intensity, trying not to be greedy but wanting all of her in my mouth, wanting every drop of moisture she produces to be on my tongue and I feel pressure on the sides of my head and my hearing drops out and everything is dark and wet and hot and ferocious and I am there, I am finally fucking there at the fountain of all creation and I know what god is and I know eternal bliss and I will never stop and I will keep going until I've given her absolutely everything she deserves and I am a servant of her desires, I am an instrument of passion and the entire universe melts away and I can feel her ribs start to heave as I squeeze her nipples and my neck tenses up and her legs get even tighter and the atmosphere around us tenses up and gets tighter and the sky takes a deep breath and holds it and she starts to cry out so loud that I can hear it from down there and she jolts, she fucking jolts like a million volts of electricity from nowhere and everywhere all at once and our fucking skulls explode in a mass of sweat and glitter and flames and every sound the stratosphere can make harmonizes and erupts into a simultaneous chord that's so loud other galaxies can hear it and time itself becomes encapsulated into this one event. This one second.
And then we exhale.