Sticky Valentine - An Erotic Fiction
We’d been in a band together for years years ago. Ran into each other in the record store and started chatting. We talked on the street for awhile, then in his car. I had the day off and nowhere to be. Seems remarkable that drinking wasn’t involved knowing who we were back then. Got some food instead and drove around. Talked some more.
At his mom’s house she’s up late. We visit with her upstairs for a moment, then go to his room. He turned on a low bedside lamp and started unwrapping one of the records I bought. Put on a solid fast one I’d wanted for awhile.
I just started taking off my clothes and didn't stop. He barely turned and looked at me before starting to take off his own. I'm still standing by the chair and the closet and his mouth and face are all over my crotch. Frantic tongue licking my thighs and tickling my pubes. My leg swings up over his shoulder and my hand careens into his hair while his mouth devours everything. It’s on.
He’s big and there’s a lot of power behind him. I help him out of the rest of his clothes and he hoists me up and throws me onto the wide bed on my back. He goes down on me more while he’s crouched off the edge of the bed jerking it. I’m dripping and I catch a glimpse of his big cockhead.
He gets up and goes to the bedstand for a condom but I stop him. I want to taste him before he puts the latex on. As soon as he’s in my mouth he straightens up and shivers. He tastes like something I forgot I knew I wanted. Hips pushed forward, hazel eyes go back and his head follows.
I let him roll the condom on and lay back on my elbows across the top of the bed. He climbs on and I spread my legs wider. He takes control and connects slow. The introduction was easy- I was soaked. Careful at first to full depth. Then my head went back. I felt myself moan, then he kissed my mouth for the first time.
Side one ended as the bed started to squeak. We stopped and snickered and shifted and slowed down. We were both super close even before we got started, but when we came we shuddered breathlessly next to each other like open barn doors in a heavy storm.
He rolled off and we took a few beats listening to each other breathe. Heady primal heat came off us. The low ceilinged carpeted room showed itself simple, clean and warm in the lamplight. He let go of my hand, kissing my back and my shoulder. I turned and smiled into his smile and kissed his mouth some more, reveling in the sounds. Then I got up and flipped the side.
Later that month, mid-day in the same room he tied me loose to a chair by my wrists and ankles and licked my nipples until I was absolutely crazy, panting. Then he pulled down my pants and fucked me fast with his hand until I came while he came in my mouth.
Life is all about timing. His mom took a turn around then and we didn’t see each other ever after that. I suppose we loved each other like ships from the same fleet that pass once again after an eternity at sea. A wild encounter to remind the other that land exists just long enough to refresh the undisturbed horizon.