The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

I love you

SMUT

I kiss her chin, her neck, I go down to her breast and gently touch the small scars trying to not hurt her. Lilibeth moans, her legs cling to my hips even more, her pelvis starts to move to mine instinctively and I realize that I'm still the only one dressed between the two of us. I quick straddle her, blocking her chest with my legs, I untie the knot of my dressing gown and Lilibeth stares at me while I undress for her. She would like to move, she would like to get out of bed, she would like to free herself from the tightness in which she's forced to stay due to me, but I don't move. I can dominate her only when we make love, I don't feel lost and confused but I know exactly what to do, I can be the strong and determined man that I always would like to be only when we make love. I let my dressing gown falls down on the ground, I rise slightly to drop back and to make touch our intimacy, but Lilibeth takes advantage of it, she's more shrewd than I thought. She takes her legs out of my grasp, she gets up and lays me on the bed, below her, with a faster movement of my thoughts.

"You weren't expecting it, Mr. May, isn't it?" she asks me me mischievous.

I don't answer her, but I close my eyes when I feel my intimacy in contact with hers, she's warm, she's a blaze that inflames my body, soul and mind. I moan, I moan her name and not so much in a low voice because the enjoyment is too great and it becomes even more great when Lilibeth starts again that magic that neither of them would want to end.

"Oh Lilibeth...you are beautiful, you are...you are fantastic" I moan again, gazing her move over me.

I see Lilibeth close her eyes, she smiles for the pleasure she's feeling, her hands caress my chest while mine rise to gently caress her breast.

"Brian...you...you are so beautiful too" she moans.

Her movement accelerates after a few seconds, her breathing becomes more panting, exactly like mine, it seems I'm abou to lost it when I feel that I'm coming. I'm approaching forty unfortunately: my sex performances are worsening in terms of timing.

"Go on Lilibeth, come on...let me see how beautiful you are when you come..." I encourage her, I don't want to ruin the magic of this beautiful moment with her.

Lilibeth smiles smugly, she takes a deep breath and starts moving even faster, so I decide to help her shorten the time moving rhythmically my pelvis to hers. This passion is so intense, so deep, so uncontrollable that neither of us can manage it anymore, we move in unison without feeling the tiredness, in the room the only noise that we can hear is that of our intimacies that match perfectly.

"Yes Brian, I...I'm coming..." she moans and she closes her eyes because she feels that she's about to reach maximum pleasure.

I too feel that I'm about to come, but I don't want to close my eyes, I want to see her enjoy our love. I suddenly hear the metallic sound of the rattle of her bracelet, I lower my eyes and I see Lilibeth's hands trying to get hold of the sheets, so I grab her hands, intertwine my fingers to hers and we come in the same moment, once again. Lilibeth arches her back, she bends her head and her long brown hair go down touching her lower back. She's beautiful, she looks like a mermaid, she's completely lost in the pleasure that I'm giving her, she's wonderful as the bliss that she's giving to me in this moment that I wish would never end.

Lilibeth lowers her head again after a deep sigh, her back slowly straightens but our fingers don't melt from the magical intertwining. I gently start to caress her smooth skin with my thumbs, our breaths are deep, our eyes look at each other, they scrutinize each other attentively: if this were the scene of a film this would be the right moment to whisper her "I love you Lilibeth", but this is not a movie, it's my life, and my life is so messed up now that I can't afford to start a relationship more than one thousand three hundred kilometers away from my home. No I can't, or maybe, I simply don't want.