The Otherside of Summer [1]

I glanced over at him, but neither of us made an attempt to speak. I focused my eyes on the windscreen wipers. Back and forth, back and forth. I always wondered why they were never designed to wipe the corners off, I’m sure there was a way to do it. I was growing restless and irritated by the constant motion and by the wetness of my hair. Next time I wouldn’t trust the weather reports, and I’d bring an umbrella.

He unlocked the doors, then came around and opened mine for me. He was always so kind. He led my by the hand up the two flights of stairs we needed to traverse to get to our condo. My sandals were making that wet squishing squelch with every step, but he just kept smiling at me while gently squeezing my hand as we continued up the stairs. I was admiring his taut muscles under his shirt, the wet fabric sticking to him wonderfully as he walked above me. I imagined the skin underneath, smooth and firm. I wanted to run my hands down his chest while I kissed him, toying with he thin spiral of hair around his navel as my tongue circled his.

He opened the door for me once again and motioned for me to go first, then followed, locking the door behind him. I put on water in the kitchen, figured I make hot tea to warm us up. We drank the hot Chamomile, feeling the warmth spread within us, and chatted a bit about our luck with the rain. He asked me to excuse him, he wanted to take a shower. I nibbled on a few crackers but still felt the chill the rain left on my skin. So I put the mugs in the sink and decided to follow him.

I stripped in the bedroom, wrestling off the wet clothes as they tried to cling helplessly to my body. Finally freeing myself, I undid my bra, and stepped carefully out of my panties. Steam was gently billowing out from underneath the bathroom door. I turned the handle carefully, and stepped into the dark room. It was warm and steamy, and felt so good on my naked skin. He always took showers in the dark, and as long as I was with him, I did too.

I could barely see his dark silhouette through the frosted glass door to the shower with the little light from the bedroom. I stepped carefully over his pile of wet clothes on the floor and pulled the shower door open. Through the fog of steam I could see he was facing the rain of water, his hands scrubbing his chest with body wash. I stepped in quietly, closing the door soundlessly behind me. I walked up behind him, and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to his back and feeling his heartbeat and his warmth. He knew it was me instantly and gave a nice “mmm” as he continued scrubbing.

I offered to shampoo his hair, and he giggled and squeezed a suitable amount in my hand. I managed work the liquid into a thick lather between my palms before plunging my fingers into his dark wet hair. His hair was just long enough to be able to properly and sensually shampoo it. I rubbed my fingers into his scalp, lathering his hair and scrubbing gently. It was like a head massage, and as I continued to massage his hair I moved closer and closer, wanting to feel as much skin contact as possible. He was enjoying it, I could tell as he was visibly relaxing. His shoulder slumped and he let out a deep sigh of contentment. Afterwards I rinsed it out thoroughly and turned him around and kissed him under the falling water.

He kissed me back strongly, wrapping his arms around me instinctively, as his tongue danced with mine as he pulled me closer to him. My breasts pressed against his chest and it was as though I could feel his heart beating through out my whole body. He softly removed his lips from mine and looked me straight in the eyes. An endless ocean of bronze and golden crescents reflected my smiling face back at me. It was a look of devotion, a look of love and desire. He wanted me to feel it.

He resumed his kissing, planting soft wisps of love on my forehead, eyelids, cheeks, neck, shoulder, chest, giving special attention to each breast until my nipples were nice and hard, standing at attention for him. His tongue and lips continued their show of devotion, giving attention to the small of my back, my buttocks, the back of legs, my thighs, and finally a brief kiss on my clitoris that sent shivers up my spine. He looked up at me with those bronze eyes, a statue of determination it seemed. His arms slowly laid me on my back on the slippery warm tile, and then he slowly spread my legs and lifted my hips. He continued kissing me in the crease of my thighs, and around my pleasure zone. Soon he firmly thrust a finger into my tight and wet hollow, and continued with an in and out motion while his other hand gently caressed my stomach while I arched my back and moaned softly after finally being fulfilled of having some part of him inside of me.

He began to lick me, the length of my vagina, circling and sucking on my clitoris with that soft wet tongue of his, all the while thrusting in and out with his fore finger. I could feel him all the way at the base of my spine, with the pleasure shooting up my nerves and hitting me head on. My back was arching and my hips were calling for him. His mouth felt so good on my outer lips, and his tongue was doing wonders on my clitoris. He somehow became an essential part of me, this pleasure merging and transforming me into something I needed to become. The water continued to rain down on me, splashing my chest and stomach, the water droplets rollings down towards the tiled floor. The bathroom began to blur, and my eyes closed as the pleasure expanded and engulfed me. The world completely disappeared when he started sucking on my clit, his resolve never wavered though. I was gone though, my body a channel for all the sexual energy he created. I was in another place, feeling one with him, transcending time and space and just being.

I was sure I was gushing for him now, a waterfall of pleasure all at his touch. But I couldn’t really tell, not where I was now. Then they hit me, cascading in the darkness, one after another, forever. They lit up my world through closed eyes. My body was clenching and pulsing with them, and I soon lost the ability to even hold on to him in the swirling mass of shooting stars and massive ripples of warm vibrations that overtook me in this timeless place. I was floating in the vibrations, carried by the pleasure to a place farther than any one had ever been.

Eventually my muscles slackened and I slumped exhausted to the tile floor. He withdrew from between my legs and embraced me under the water that was losing its heat now. I tried to speak, but nothing came out but a wordless voice and a shallow breath. I could tell he was smiling, pleased with the result. No doubt I was smiling too. I kissed him as thanks, biting his lip to let him know how much it meant.

We dried each other off and made our way out onto the balcony in bath robes, the rain still falling just past the overhang. He was holding me in his arms on one of the lounging chairs, stroking my damp hair, and telling me how floral the scent was. All I could smell was the rain, constant and never ending all around us. Maybe it would dissipate sometime soon and our summer could really begin. But even if it doesn’t, my summer can begin just like this, here in his arms.

~ by Silence on January 18, 2008.