His last: Her very first

The reflection

   It was the moment he had longed for, and, the moment he dreaded most. Her body was so close; only a foot or two away. He was lost in thought; "what if" jolting back and forth through his mind like a bolt of lightning on a runner's high, until he heard the door click closed.

    Like a bullet in the night, all thoughts came to a close as that lone sound snapped him back to reality with her closer than she had ever been before. It was a dream and nightmare in one, a twisted and bittersweet tragedy. Everything he wanted was inches away, separated by nothing but air and cloth; but he saw the fear in her eyes. The trembling of her arms. He was just as afraid of her as she was to open herself to him. They were equals, in that instant and in every other; and with that moment of clarity, they moved forward in unison.

    Their lips met like the death of a giant star. An explosion of warmth, power, certainty, and desire, burning both of them to the core; though neither seemed to care. Saliva turned from mere fluid to a nebula of color and consent as both grasped for the other's air, intent on nothing else but melding with their missing half. Curious hands explored his body, and hungry fingers studied hers, tugging at elastic and denim as the world around them became nothing more than a faded memory.

    His mind was melting quickly. Sanity slipping. Restraint fading to nothingness. At some point, the mutual need to breathe pushed the two apart, and in that very moment of separation, he fought hard to regain his wit; but that same instant of solitude was also the moment her shirt and bra made contact with carpet. "There's no saving her now..." he thought to himself, pondering the many ways to violate her untouched skin, but little did he know, he would never get the chance.

    With one fell swoop, she was upon him, pressing her very being deeply into his. A wayward tongue found it's way between his broken teeth, and all hope of modesty was gone. With the might of a giant, she was thrown to her back as his hands took hold of her breast; soft lips tracking her exposed neck from jaw to collar in a show of love. His tongue, rough, wet, and warm, traced long ribbons of cold spittle across her bare chest, forcing her nipples to stand firmly at attention, which he took note of in due time.

    In his mind, time had slowed to a crawl. She was half-bare before him, panting and helpless, and he loved every second of that sweet imagery. Taking one last long look to burn the image into his mind forever, he leaned in once again, only to find that his pause had been too much for her. Her hand had found the rim of his shorts and clumsily tugged away at the silky fabric, causing him to stifle a laugh and lay back in mock defeat. "Nothing could be better", he thought; that is, until her voice called out, "Can you help me with these?"

    To his complete and utter amazement, she took his whole offering into her throat without even a second of hesitation, sure to drizzle her saliva across it for assurance. Up, down, up, down; causing his vision to fade and entire body to surrender. Speech was not an option. Nor motion. Nor even simple thought. All his mind could perceive was her cool lips, warm tongue, and the absolute bliss the combination of weaponry had presented him. Hours, days, and even years went by in his mind, until the familiar heat in his loins brought him back to reality like a bomb awakening a sleeping infant.

    He took hold of his member and tried desperately to warn her; to push her away from the eruption, but she stayed firmly seated where she was, lips sealed to his bare flesh with extreme intent. It came, and so did he, flooding her mouth with the seeds that would one day bear their sons and daughters. He sat up nearly in tears to thank her, or apologize, or both; but she turned him to him with an expression of uncertainty, which then turned to joy as warm syrup dripped from her lips.

    She inspected the thick layer now coating her hand and chin, testing consistency and flavor until satisfied, but then, in a motion that could make even a veteran of the bedroom blush, she cleaned herself like a feline after a long day of play. Not a single drop was missed, on her person or his. At that very moment, shame soaked into the far reaches of his mind. Could it be possible for pleasure to come so natural to someone so innocent? He wanted nothing more than to find out, but he had already steeled himself to settle the score if he possibly could.

    He gently coaxed her onto the sheets, his head right beside hers as she moved the pesky barrier between his fingers and her dungeon of love; unopened and waiting for someone to trek its depths. With another kiss to the cheek, and one to the lips, he did just that; quickly finding the doorknob of the first gate. He worked his fingers around and over it, back and forth, around in circles, in any way he could imagine. Her thighs shook violently as her vault of extacy beckoned his hands further in, and as he moved, her knees weakly parted in submission.

    Hidden from view by his broad shoulders, she looked deep into his eyes as his fingers stole every breath from her lungs, unaware of what would come next. He kissed her cheek, as slow and certain as Judas, and, with his hand still hidden, inserted his finger as far as her sweet trove of pleasure would allow him to go. He smiled to himself as her body locked in place, escape now impossible. She had surrendered, making him grin internally at the thought of her being limp and helpless at the end of his fishing hook finger.

    Once again, one time of many that afternoon, time seemed to stand still as she panted and gasped in his ear. Like a bat, his hand found every spot in her damp darkness that made sound come to her lips. Some were in surprise, and a few were in pain, but all of them, down to the very last, were pure and unfiltered joy. He had been bare and helpless before her, and now, she had taken her turn to surrender herself before him. A perfect tragedy, a union of heavenly sins; whatever name you may choose to give it. They simply call it "love".