• A Blackbird's Serenade • (GxG)

"What A Wonderful World"

December 1966

Journee

Never would her kiss not electrify me to the point where I felt myself internally set aflame, from head to toe.

Never would her touch not alleviate my mind with its delicate caress to my body. In every glide, grasp, and every stroke... Never would her words not shudder my spine when whispered with gild into my ear, or against my skin, grabbing hold of my breath and wrapping it hopelessly around her fingers. Never would I not writhe and squirm under her as if unable to keep within my skin, for the beat of my heart and heave of my chest felt otherworldly due to her closeness alone.

In the arch of my back and the gasps caught in my throat, I yearned for more of her. Always.

In the parting of my lips when sensing hers near, and the suck of air through my teeth as her kisses traced noteworthy patterns across every part of me. Not an inch of skin went untouched or unattended to, nor did any unspoken wants, for she understood perfectly just from my body's reactions.

Climaxes were inevitable. As was the tangle of the sheets, the unravel of my hair, and the lovemarks on my skin.

Growing deeper and more uncontrollable were my moans, for she had this way snatching every bit of reserve from me. Naked and completely bare, from the inside out, my soul's every desire was set free to roam without a care, for she took them in her hands to hold and handle with grace, just as she did my heart.

It would be revealed in the height of my pleasured sounds, the desperation of my pleaded whimpers as I called her name, and the seamless fall of my mouth in failed attempt to bite my lip any longer.

Never could I get used to the intricacy and intimacy of the way it all made me feel. And never would I not bask in every enthralling moment that I had while doing the same to her...

"Baby, look at me," I whispered just as my two fingers plunged knuckle deep into her, with a slowness that strung her body up into mine. Wandering my eyes over her contorting and pleasurably frowning expression as she shook her head, I repeated the action, whispering into her agape mouth the second she let out a raspy moan. "Look at me, Tiana."

"I- Journee..." her voice was a breathless plead that drove me up a wall. With depth, her chest rose and fell against mine as her eyes fluttered open. And beautiful they were, whirled with a gloss that I knew well.

"Kiss me," I muttered while leaning close, then my brows drew together with arousal once she captured my lips without hesitation, mentally sweeping me off my feet. Upon that, my thumb then took its place at her center, having her nails claw into my back in a way made me moan into her mouth.

By now, a speed had picked up within the drive of my fingers. With a nibble on her bottom lip when pulling back, I smirked just as her brows knit and she let another moan escape her pursing lips.

Tiana had this distinct beauty about her in this state that had me wanting to devour her until the sun came up. I couldn't get enough of the way she sounded when moaning or whimpering my name. Or the way she'd hold onto me as if I could slip from her grasp at any moment. Or the way her body felt beneath my fingertips, and beneath my tongue...

I found the sculpted frame of her body utter perfection; with her every toned muscle, the swell of her chocolate toned breasts, and her carved shoulder blades, abdomen, and thighs.

The way a gentle raise would uplift her right eyebrow with every other airy sound, and her teeth would scrape her plump and swollen bottom lip just before her mouth would open in a pleasured frown; I could study her for hours on end. It was something about the way she'd arch her body into mine, all while trying and adorably failing at gaining regulation back in her breathing.