Part X
~I, inhaler~
The taste of her breath had infused itself in him. He had only used ninety-two muscles to kiss her, and the relaxation that washed over him was dazing. So in it was he that he forgot the strain that came with catching her. The bodily seize that clenched and released the already bleeding tear. His protective tendency wavered for a second and he pulled her into his vulnerability. She came inside him and spread throughout his lungs and out his pores. The grin grew more and more into a smile with each thought of her.
He lay in bed daydreaming her lips and the welcome intrusion of her strong, twisting tongue. It was another hook that sank in along a whisper. The only doubt came with the refusal to walk her home because his ability to tolerate ten blocks of chaffing existed only in wish. Excited yet sensible. He had come home and placed himself into a sitz bath to sooth the pile ablaze. His mistake had been the forceful push but he held no regret for the unexpected embrace that occurred between them.
The week had provided time to heal and the ointment had prevented any worsening inflammation, but the tedium of the swell had yet to disappear completely. His stride slowly lengthened and began to move back into partial familiarity. The tense, hesitant anticipation still hanging over him.
Part XI
The bleeding had stopped and the wound felt as though it may have closed properly, but the stubborn, squamous eminence continued pushing outward. The creams, even with the discomfort of application, had halted a worsening situation. The end wasn’t yet in sight, but foresight had never been a strength. A week, maybe.
Tonight would be different. He planned to focus on her more attentively, not allowing the distraction he sat on to dictate his ways. There was control in his thoughts. There was intention in his eyes. There was warmth in his chest.
He desired to move with her, to take her into his arms and feel her body follow his, but he wasn’t physically trusting of the reactive path his body might obey. Dinner and magic became the plan. Was magic an aphrodisiac? It’s a mystery.
The crowd was quickly growing so he waited outside for her to arrive. He noticed her walking up the block and her pace immediately increased once she saw him. The excitement between them was without distance. As they exchanged hellos she set foot inside his space and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing into his chest. An unexpected, welcome greeting, that began an inner chemical reaction. Nitric oxide rode along his red blood cells and diffused into the wholeness of his organ. His excited heart pounded through his chest into hers, testing her sternum and knocking for invitation. His veins, not completely compressed, still allowed for an outward flow, but the pressure building began to push on the abused anus.
Fuck.
The tortured balance was real. The swells contradicted one another in a masochistic pirouette. For each thought the embrace drove, an equal, opposite reaction took place. The third law for the third leg. He tried mental distractions that came full circle; he thought of meat and us and ejaculation.
Their bodies parted and he opened the door for her to buy some time and test his steps. The friction was felt, but his veins had opened and a slow deflation gradually eased his tension. They were shown their table and he dragged his feet, allowing her to get ahead of him. Slowly, carefully, he bent down to place his hands on the arms of the chair and lowered himself into it. He looked over the table at her and noticed her smirking.
Part XII
~I’m potent~
She felt the magnetism and fascination in the ways he responded. He couldn’t help but slow himself to take it all in. She felt him grow when they had hugged outside the club, her nectar oozing out for him. The outstretched, sticky hands leading him in to her.
The latex nightcap was no surprise since the connection between them began to strengthen once they embraced. Throughout the evening she held his solace and discomfort as a seductress.
They had gotten to her place and began kissing gently in the doorway, his eyes had been undressing her the entire night. She felt his distance through kiss, so she pulled him inside the doorway and leaned on the closed door with her head tilted slightly downward and eyes looking up at him. His conductress.
When they were finally undressed she reclined onto her bed and waited for him to settle on her, to veil her. His approach was slow and without haste, and it made the yearning burn inside her. She pulled him on top of her and his body stiffened in surprise as his erection began to diminish. His skittish sex gave her greater power. She was awakening.