𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 /GXG/

🔹️La petite mort

''La petite mort (the little death): This term has generally been interpreted to describe post-orgasmic loss of consciousness in some sexual experiences.''

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''Should I turn off the lights?'' I ask.

''If you want.''

I turn off the one in the bedroom, but leaving the one in the bathroom on and the door ajar ㅡ letting a small rectangular strip of light reflect from the floor to the wall ㅡ, it cuts the bed in half, illuminating a little bit of her leg.

It still rains.

I stand for a moment in the half-darkness. One knee on the mattress, and watch: the bedding has been piled at the headboard and a blanket thrown over.

''Come here. Is too cold." Akari pats her lap twice.

She's already taken off her school clothes: now she's wearing doll shorts, a plain light shirt with short sleeves. She released her hair.

I crawl into bed and go to her.
Her hand fits my face, pulls me close. Our mouths are almost glued together.

''You took a while,'' she says.

''I was thinking-'' When I touch her arms, my hands feel wet. I smell citrus on her neck. I touch her breasts. ''I see you've already taken your bra off.'' Her nipples are hard under her shirt.

''I see you're in a big hurry, without clothes.'' Her voice is soft and drawling.

''That's what we're here for, isn't it?'' I smile.

Akari, touching my crotch, rubbing it lightly, I can't explain the amount of understanding she's giving me through my body.

''Do you like this?'', she says.

''I like it!''

I have a lot of confidence that today will work out. I'm feeling good. Now I understand perfectly. Everything gets easier. I will not hate myself or remember bad things.

''And what did I ask you about?''

''About what?''

''Are you going to let me make a mark on your skin?'' She leans back and hugs me. I feel a cold hand grab me by the neck.

''I wasn't thinking about that.'' I sit back on my heels.

''I am allowed...? Am I free to do whatever I want?'' She pushes my hair off my shoulder, the other hand on my waist, squeezing hard.

''If I ask you to stop, will you stop?'' I look over my shoulder. Her face swells. My stomach turns.

''If I go too far, you tap my arm, and I'll stop.''

''Like this?'' I give two dry taps on her forearm.

''Like this.''

I focus on the tip of her tongue running across my ear. I close my eyes and melt.

She drapes her arm over my shoulder and tucks it under my crotch again. ''What if I stick my hand in here?'', she whispers.

I hug her neck and look at her moving lips, letting out moans from the first moment she touched me.

Her left hand runs openly up and down my right breast. ''Are you feeling?''

I take my hands to the side, on her thighs, on her hips ㅡ her skin is a little cool ㅡ and... groping more around her waist and... the outline of... ''Why don't you get naked?!''

''Waste time?'' She slides her hand in, gropes, and squeezes my left breast; the same hand comes up and rubs my shoulder. She brushes her lips against the back of my neck and exhales that warm breath.