Return to Viggo/Orlando by author, title, or rating. Lying Still Rating: R ~~~~ Lying still…chests’ heaving, breathes ragged…gasping… trying to pull air into oxygen depleted lungs. Sweat pooling in valleys of skin that is flushed and still tingling, droplets clinging to cooling foreheads…hair matted, tangled, damp, from excretion. Eyelids fluttering with fatigue and satiated bodies. Muscles’ still twitching as tenseness is replaced by languidness, in the aftermath. A hand rises sluggishly, to move a strand of the sweat damped hair from a glowing and blissful face, stroke a still heated cheek. Swollen lips part to send forth a sigh of contentment, and as they do, words tumble out…promises of fidelity and protestations of love. Protestations that are answered by a gentle kiss, and an answering declaration of the all encompassing and binding emotion. Lips part further under the kiss… tongues entering, going deeper, invading, playing; demanding… duelling… hands reach out and stroke, touch, glide, slither…caress overheated skin to near combustion. Fingers squeeze, sooth and pinch again, before delving into the crevasse, to make contact with the centre… the nub of pleasure that lies within… creating a cacophony of stars, colour, sensations, that have no meaning… but that of love, delight… and ecstasy A hand encircling, squeezing, twisting… tugging; a hard column of silky flesh that weeps from the sheer rapture of the conquering hand, a thumb flicking over the dusky head, wringing cries of pleasure from straining mouths Bodies shift, one to open, the other to pierce, joining as only lovers can, melding, melting into each other…thrusting, rising, giving, taking… duelling again. The battle becoming fierce, sounds torn from extended throats, asking for quarter …receiving none. Pulse rates speeding… breathing becoming tattered, harsh… the crescendo reaching unattainable, unbearable heights…then the final cry…the battle over as blessed release is found… and surrendered to. Lying still, bodies replete, enclosed in each other…drifting off to sleep, needing to replenish resources severely taxed …neither victor nor vanquished…just lovers. THE END If you enjoyed this story, please send FB to Sindaliessien. Return to Viggo/Orlando by author, title, or rating. This page is supposed to exist within a frame, if it does not, please click here. |