We wake up in the late morning as the Saturday sun starts to make a nuisance of itself. I find the time on the clock by my bed, then I look at him, and lose it. He is folded like a bud and pressed against my side. I pull him over and he blossoms lazily.
We kiss. It is a good kiss.
We kiss for an hour. It doesn’t get too hot, we don’t become sticky as the room heats and the sun gleams through the shade. Our skin stays dry and we alternately lock together and slip apart and lock again. He lays on his side and I tuck my feet around his ankles, my leg around his ass, my arm around his shoulder and our fingers interlaced.
He turns and presses his belly and lips into mine, and for a moment he is like a baby monkey clinging to my body. Then I pull him up on top of me and bring his face in close. I find and lose track of the time again. We kiss like the weekend lasts forever and the afternoon hasn’t come. We kiss as though the sun is frozen.
We spend another hour playing games. I roll on top of him and hold his body to the thin mattress with my thighs, like I’m the weight that stops him from floating sheer away.
Then he rolls back, and curls along the line of me, runs his face into my cheekbone and his beard into the softness of my neck.
At one point, as we kiss, I take his arm from where it rests by his ear and stretch it up, pin it to the pillow with a crushing grip. He gasps for the first time, gives me that parted-lip smile that makes his eyes roll back in his head. He moves his body under me and flutters the fingers of his other hand. Soon I have him pinned from his fingers to his knees. He opens his mouth as we kiss again, hungry.
When he kisses me I think we are planets falling into one another’s gravity; some spinning force has got us in a death grip. The world stops beyond the bed. We exist to kiss, and nothing else.
The light is fading when he slides his fingers down, and we kiss again, and I come. I scream a little. He comes. He screams more that I do, his eyes screwed closed.
We break apart and lay on our backs, and look at the ceiling, and laugh. Then we leave the bed and go out into the afternoon. We hunt for breakfast as we watch the sun come down.
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That’s cute, sexy, and beautiful all rolled into one.
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[...] Kissing Gravity We kiss. It is a good kiss. We kiss for an hour. It doesn’t get too hot, we don’t become sticky as the room heats and the sun gleams through the shade. Our skin stays dry and we alternately lock together and slip apart and lock again. He lays on his side and I tuck my feet around his ankles, my leg around his ass, my arm around his shoulder and our fingers interlaced. He turns and presses his belly and lips into mine, and for a moment he is like a baby monkey clinging to my body. Then I pull him up on top of me and bring his face in close. I find and lose track of the time again. We kiss like the weekend lasts forever and the afternoon hasn’t come. We kiss as though the sun is frozen. [...]
[...] Kissing Gravity We kiss. It is a good kiss. We kiss for an hour. It doesn’t get too hot, we don’t become sticky as the room heats and the sun gleams through the shade. Our skin stays dry and we alternately lock together and slip apart and lock again. He lays on his side and I tuck my feet around his ankles, my leg around his ass, my arm around his shoulder and our fingers interlaced. He turns and presses his belly and lips into mine, and for a moment he is like a baby monkey clinging to my body. Then I pull him up on top of me and bring his face in close. I find and lose track of the time again. We kiss like the weekend lasts forever and the afternoon hasn’t come. We kiss as though the sun is frozen. [...]
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