their buttonholes with shaking fingers so that she could run her hands over the muscles of his back. He briefly pulled away and she heard the rustling of cotton and denim as he quickly disrobed and tossed his clothing aside.
‘Oh, Aurelia,’ he said. His voice cracked with sadness. He held himself above her, far enough so that their skin did not touch unless Aurelia raised herself to meet him, but close enough so that she could feel every hair on his body. She felt like asking ‘How do you know my name?’ but even that thought quickly faded as she abandoned herself to the moment.
‘More,’ she replied. It was now an effort for her to articulate any words at all. She simply wrapped her hands firmly around his neck and raised her head and parted her lips and again he pressed his mouth to hers and released the sweet liquid that quenched her burning thirst.
But it was not enough. Aurelia felt instinctively that nothing would ever be enough, could ever fill her enough besides the body of this man inside her. Her need for him was violent, and she knew it was irrational. She wanted to tear at his skin and feel him tearing at hers until they could crawl into each other and never be parted.
Instead she positioned herself below him, shuffling down and exploring his body with her hands until she gripped the firmness of his buttocks and then the hardness of his cock. It was the first time that Aurelia had ever felt one and she was momentarily surprised by the softness and silkiness of its skin. He moaned as she ran her hand over his shaft, investigating each crevice and furrow and then gently squeezing his balls, enjoying the warmth and weight as they rested in the palm of her hand.
The stranger bowed his head and kissed her and at the same moment she arched her back and pulled him towards her by the hips until he slid inside her and their bodies joined. They rocked together in perpetual motion, but it was still not enough for Aurelia. She hissed with the pain of his first entry, but with the sting came the wonderful and overwhelming sensation that he was inside her at last and filling not just her body but also her heart and her mind. And her soul.
How was it possible that two people who barely knew each other at all – had never even once made eye contact – could be so physically at home with each other? Mentally she knew that the whole thing was downright crazy. But her body sensed instinctively that she and the stranger were two pieces of one jigsaw puzzle and they fitted together as if they had never been apart, as if each of them could only be whole when connected to the other.
And then her mind went blank, as the stranger placed one hand on either side of her hips and unceremoniously flipped her over. He covered her body with his own. He was so much larger than she was. His thighs were thick and his shoulders broad and when he pressed his torso against her back and pulled back her hair and nestled his jaw against her shoulder, she felt cocooned in his presence, as if the earth had stopped moving on its axis and nothing existed besides this moment that contained them and their two bodies moving in unison.
Her cheek was wet. She flicked out her tongue and tasted salt.
‘Why are you crying?’ she asked him.
‘Because I want to see you. But it has to be this way,’ he replied.
‘Then feel me,’ Aurelia said to him, as she struggled to slip her hand beneath the combined weight of their bodies to guide him inside her again.
The stranger drew back onto his knees and raised Aurelia up with him so that she was resting on all fours. He threw his weight behind his first thrust as if he were trying to drill all the way through her.
Aurelia cried out in shock and then with joy as the violence of his motion satisfied her craving to be owned by him, filled by him, joined with him, part of him. She pushed herself up with her hands so that she could press back and feel him even deeper inside her, but in one swift motion
‘Oh, Aurelia,’ he said. His voice cracked with sadness. He held himself above her, far enough so that their skin did not touch unless Aurelia raised herself to meet him, but close enough so that she could feel every hair on his body. She felt like asking ‘How do you know my name?’ but even that thought quickly faded as she abandoned herself to the moment.
‘More,’ she replied. It was now an effort for her to articulate any words at all. She simply wrapped her hands firmly around his neck and raised her head and parted her lips and again he pressed his mouth to hers and released the sweet liquid that quenched her burning thirst.
But it was not enough. Aurelia felt instinctively that nothing would ever be enough, could ever fill her enough besides the body of this man inside her. Her need for him was violent, and she knew it was irrational. She wanted to tear at his skin and feel him tearing at hers until they could crawl into each other and never be parted.
Instead she positioned herself below him, shuffling down and exploring his body with her hands until she gripped the firmness of his buttocks and then the hardness of his cock. It was the first time that Aurelia had ever felt one and she was momentarily surprised by the softness and silkiness of its skin. He moaned as she ran her hand over his shaft, investigating each crevice and furrow and then gently squeezing his balls, enjoying the warmth and weight as they rested in the palm of her hand.
The stranger bowed his head and kissed her and at the same moment she arched her back and pulled him towards her by the hips until he slid inside her and their bodies joined. They rocked together in perpetual motion, but it was still not enough for Aurelia. She hissed with the pain of his first entry, but with the sting came the wonderful and overwhelming sensation that he was inside her at last and filling not just her body but also her heart and her mind. And her soul.
How was it possible that two people who barely knew each other at all – had never even once made eye contact – could be so physically at home with each other? Mentally she knew that the whole thing was downright crazy. But her body sensed instinctively that she and the stranger were two pieces of one jigsaw puzzle and they fitted together as if they had never been apart, as if each of them could only be whole when connected to the other.
And then her mind went blank, as the stranger placed one hand on either side of her hips and unceremoniously flipped her over. He covered her body with his own. He was so much larger than she was. His thighs were thick and his shoulders broad and when he pressed his torso against her back and pulled back her hair and nestled his jaw against her shoulder, she felt cocooned in his presence, as if the earth had stopped moving on its axis and nothing existed besides this moment that contained them and their two bodies moving in unison.
Her cheek was wet. She flicked out her tongue and tasted salt.
‘Why are you crying?’ she asked him.
‘Because I want to see you. But it has to be this way,’ he replied.
‘Then feel me,’ Aurelia said to him, as she struggled to slip her hand beneath the combined weight of their bodies to guide him inside her again.
The stranger drew back onto his knees and raised Aurelia up with him so that she was resting on all fours. He threw his weight behind his first thrust as if he were trying to drill all the way through her.
Aurelia cried out in shock and then with joy as the violence of his motion satisfied her craving to be owned by him, filled by him, joined with him, part of him. She pushed herself up with her hands so that she could press back and feel him even deeper inside her, but in one swift motion
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