DEIMOS
The smoke and fumes, the curl of teasing, of sighing, of wanton moans filled and echoed, bounded over skin, over flesh, over the reaches of his mouth. Her hunger incensed and clamored, and he gave, gave, gave, proffering worship to her and no one else. His name in between the hymns of groans and mewls instigated and fueled, a devouring, all-consuming rousing, until there was nothing left to prolong – a release along water and cascades, eyes raised to watch her unfurl, unwind, uncoil.
Thereafter, he followed the same pathways he’d christened and marked before, hands slowly settling her back into the heat of the water, dipping her down as he traced, as he outlined, as he sketched. Lips caressed, softly, dulcet and light, nearly airy, a whisper in the plumes, in their ascent, sliding across navel, along ribs, over breasts – all the while her name billowed from his tongue, a reverent rumble in the back of his throat, scrawled into the arches and arcs of her skin. It wasn’t anything more than beloved, devoted art, sinuous, serpentine motions amongst her vibrations, skimming, outlining, memorizing. Then he reached for her nape, for the shell of her ear, for the shudders and trembles immersed and laden, the heat of his gaze closed off – lids falling as his mouth went for hers.
Then another assembly of movements, palms grazing along her hips, intending to lift, to settle her into his lap, knees on either side, water undulating amongst and amidst the swift motions.
Thereafter, he followed the same pathways he’d christened and marked before, hands slowly settling her back into the heat of the water, dipping her down as he traced, as he outlined, as he sketched. Lips caressed, softly, dulcet and light, nearly airy, a whisper in the plumes, in their ascent, sliding across navel, along ribs, over breasts – all the while her name billowed from his tongue, a reverent rumble in the back of his throat, scrawled into the arches and arcs of her skin. It wasn’t anything more than beloved, devoted art, sinuous, serpentine motions amongst her vibrations, skimming, outlining, memorizing. Then he reached for her nape, for the shell of her ear, for the shudders and trembles immersed and laden, the heat of his gaze closed off – lids falling as his mouth went for hers.
Then another assembly of movements, palms grazing along her hips, intending to lift, to settle her into his lap, knees on either side, water undulating amongst and amidst the swift motions.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
