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A summer night. Quiet, starry. Moonlight falls directly into the room through the wide-open windows.
You're still not asleep, sitting at the piano and intently rummaging through some papers. You will always be a mystery to me—why do you need a piano if you haven't played it in ages, preferring the guitar. I quietly approach from behind and peek at the papers—you're studying the tour schedule. I already hate it—a whole year we've been traipsing around the world, giving one concert after another. No, personally, I'm not tired, since I don't perform, but it's hard for me sometimes to watch you, how you give it your all.
With a sharp movement, I snatch the papers from your hands, and they fan out
across the room. You turn and raise your eyes to me, surprised and slightly weary from reading. I adore those eyes—large, sky-blue, warm like a vast, deep sea. I want to dissolve in them. Every time you look directly at me, I'm seized by heat and something sweetly tightens low in my belly.— Jared, enough work! I'm sure your nighttime vigil will show in tomorrow's photoshoot for the magazine. You don't want to end up with dark circles under your eyes, do you?
— It's fine, the makeup artists will fix everything! — you answer with a half-smile on your face, standing up and stretching.
Well, fine, if my words don't work, I know a way to get you into bed! I come right up close and press against you so that you're backed against the piano and have already lost all paths of retreat. I place my hands on your waist and touch my lips to your soft, warm lips. At first, you try to resist, muttering quietly: "but what about work?" But my tongue, having felt the sweet taste of the kiss, is already penetrating your mouth. You can't resist, and you respond to my kiss passionately and tenderly. God! How well you kiss! I'm washed over by a warm wave of arousal, which is transmitted to you too.
I run my hand through your highlighted hair and ruffle it slightly, and you start to look like a big-eyed owlet. I just can't get used to your latest new hairstyle, though I liked it better when you were a brunette—blond is tolerable too, but your pink mohawk on highlighted hair simply killed me—I'd tear the heads off those stylists! You hug me and I feel your warm hands under my t-shirt. Fingers run along my spine and free my heated body from the t-shirt. You start kissing my neck, and goosebumps run all over my body. You descend with your lips lower, but I stop you—since I started this game, everything will go by my rules.
I slip my hands under your t-shirt, feeling the tense abs, and take it off. I admire your wonderful tanned body. I press against you, feel how your heart is pounding. Kiss your neck, bite lightly, leaving faint tooth marks. Kiss your chest, trace my tongue over the abs, leaving a wet trail. You stroke my body, tousle my hair, watching my actions. I bump into the waistband of your jeans, annoyed that it dared to stand in my way, yank it open and toss it to the other end of the room. I want all of you! I want to become a part of you. I adore every centimeter of your body!
My hands caress your back, waist, stomach. I pull down your jeans. Touch your cock through the thin fabric of your underwear. Mmm, how aroused you are. I feel the blood pulsing in it. I pull down the underwear and take your cock in my hand. From arousal, you twitch slightly and close your eyes. I kiss the delicate skin below the navel, in the groin area. I run the tip of my tongue over the head, suck on it. Cover your entire cock with kisses, run my tongue along it and take it into my mouth with my lips. With one hand gripping the piano, the other stroking my hair, you moan with pleasure. You start moving in rhythm with my movements, quietly whispering my name. I desperately want you! You feel you're about to come and suddenly stop. Pick me up in your arms and carry me to the bed.
You are only mine today. I want to scream "I love you!!!" Your hands explore my body, and your lips cover it with kisses. A wave of arousal washes over me, and I lose control of myself. Your lips find my lips, and we merge in a long, deep kiss. Your blue eyes are full of passion and tenderness. You turn me onto my back, and I'm already in your strong embrace. My fragile body ended up under eighty kilograms of muscle. How pleasant it is to feel this weight burning with passion on me. You get more and more turned on with every second. Carried away by the kiss, I don't notice how you free me from the remaining clothes. You bite me lightly on the neck, go lower, touch the delicate skin of my nipples with the tip of your tongue. Blood pounds in my temples, how I want you! All of you! Without a trace!
Your hands wander over my body, stroking my stomach, thighs, buttocks. Your lips descend lower and lower, kissing my stomach, everything they can reach. Sweet languor spreads throughout my body. Arousal overwhelms me, and I sit up on the bed and turn you onto your back. I take your cock in my hand—a slight shiver runs through your body, and your cock pulses and trembles. You look at me like a gentle tormentor who relentlessly continues his torture of passion. I kiss you on the lips, lick your nipple, and sit on top of you. Your hands are on my waist. When I guide your cock inside me, as if into the heated maw of a volcano, you let out a soft moan—so great is your tension. You enter me gradually, centimeter by centimeter. With smooth movements, unhurriedly, to prolong the pleasure, I rise up and sink down. You are already fully inside me. Heat from my lower belly spreads through my body. I move faster and faster. YOU ARE MINE! I want to become a part of you, merge in a single ecstasy.
You half-sit up, leaning your back against the headboard, and find my lips with yours. I'm flying towards orgasm, as if falling off a cliff—nothing can stop this rapid flight. Our bodies intertwine in the moonlight, just as our lives have intertwined. And then bells ring in my head, a sweet explosion happens low in my belly, as if a huge sea wave with all its furious force crashes against impregnable cliffs and shatters across my body in thousands of hot fragments. A wave runs through my body, and colorful spots bloom before my eyes. In ecstasy, I whisper your name: "Jared!" and collapse limply onto you.
But the dance of our bodies is not over yet. Your embrace gives me strength, and I start moving again, feeling your heart beating in your chest, in your stomach, in your groin. Without looking away, I watch you and admire you. Our fingers intertwine, and a wave of orgasm washes over you. I feel you filling me, and I come simultaneously with you, even stronger than the first time. A spasm runs through our bodies, and we fall onto the bed, exhausted. I look at you and say with my eyes alone: "I love you." In response, you kiss me tenderly and press me to your chest.
It feels as if I died and was reborn, reborn here next to you. I want to die and be born like this forever, just as the sun melts with the sunset and rises again at dawn. And I know it will be so, because we belong to each other... I love you, Jared...
Author's e-mail: mоnоnоkе_p@mаil.ru