As He Closed The Doors

The Gift She Planned [1]

He was moving inside her, rough and hard with his relentless thrusts. He had one of his hands pinning one of hers down, their fingers intertwined in a firm grip while his other hand refused to take any definite position.

It continued its crazed navigation, trailing the outlines of her perfect body, his fingers pressing against and then squeezing the snowy softness alternatively. His fingers eventually grabbing onto her heaving breasts, massaging them unyieldingly.

His long skilled fingers, confident in their virility, played with her hardened bud - pulling, twisting and flicking against them in a flawless synchronization to that of his extreme thrusts.

Their limbs were intricately intertwined ,similar to a labyrinth that spoke of insatiable passion- the vicious, quenchless greed for staying buried in one another for as long as was humanely possible.
The white cotton sheets of the enormous four-poster bed, framed their entwined bodies in a protective embrace - their bodies glistening in a sheen of sweat and the toxin of sex ,a mark of their relentless love making since what seems like forever.

Murtasim's intense growls and grunts, laced with his frequent groaning of her name every time her walls squeezed around his deeply buried length seemed to fit flawlessly with Meerub's immaculate moans and screams, her pretty gasps of his name swirling in an oxymoronic dance around her desperate screams of the same.

That ,along with the heaving screeches of the wooden headword, the expeditious sound of skin slapping against skin and the feminine kiss that the raging tinkling of her anklets added to it all - the ambience all of it finally resulted in to create was no less than that of pure enchantment. It was perfect, in every sense the word can be used.

As the moment neared, he used one of his hands to plunge into her outspread raven mane ,grabbing onto the locks mercilessly while shoving his mouth around her reddened ,swelling nipple - sucking his feed out of them. His other hand desperately travelled down to her throbbing clit, only to apply a wicked pinch on the drenched bud ,demanding her to let go for the fifth time in one drawling summer afternoon.
And she did.

She dumped her head back ,her cruelly swollen lips forming its favourite syllable- the ones of his name in a loud orgasmic scream as she allowed the ultimate rush of ecstasy paint her senses from within. It was a feeling she could never have enough of. A ride that made her feel as incapable of resistance as in Death while giving her the most intoxicating elixir of Life. As her walls clamped around his convulsing length in an impossible grip, an animalistic growl left his lips.

An estranged, husky ,"Meerub...." left him - the power of his orgasm shaking his very core off its reverie. It was overwhelming and in that moment he knew he was to die, leading him to bite onto the wide length of the skin of her shoulder. It was his anchor or so he thought, for as if in immediate reflexive response he felt her nails digging across the taut muscles of his broad back in a manner he was sure would draw some blood, her heels digging into his waist to bury him deeper if it was even possible, causing him to exhale out a laboured, almost pained sigh. The pleasure was divine, all devouring and they were only but human.

He knew he was. His wife however-

Their plastered bodies shook in rapid convulsions, the intensity of the orgasm draining them off the very ability to breathe let alone managing minimal movements. Their laboured breaths crashing in a duel, as Murtasim raised his head to meet her doe eyes, the ones he knew would reflect the exact concoction of emotions as his.

A concoction of love, of passion...reverence, of the vibrant colors of life that's being lived at its best and the deep seated sense of awe that never misses out on the two every time they ride the extreme heights of ecstasy together for they could never have that feeling grow on them.