Far Away

He tastes me and touches me and makes me come in a burst of liquid. He pulls my limp and pleasured body on to his lap and slides into me. I begin to ride against his flesh. We stay connecting for a long time. I watch his mind drift away.

I want to take him to places where the water is clear and the wind is warm. Where it fits, and only we exist and we don't think on anything.

Our sex moves from afternoons to evenings to mornings to nights. I spend a long time with him in my mouth, tasting his flesh, feeling his pulse and letting him fly. I spoon into his lap and slide him in another way. We lay on our sides and backs fucking.

We drift like frost in blankets of air. Cold heat swirling in waves. We blend together and become shared blood and bugs.

When Im over his lap and he's hitting me my knuckles crack in concentration. I sit on his hips again and ride out orgasms. He copies in shattering waves. We tenderly touch and breath and kiss and he tells me I'm good and my eyes roll in ecstasy.

I want to go to places where the sand is, and the pleasure is bleached. Where collisions are white and beautiful. Where we are hot and froth together.