After We Left the Club

We step inside my room, the scent of alcohol on our breath. I close the door and turn to reach for the light switch. Suddenly, violently, you grab me, slam me into the door, knock me breathless. Your leg between mine, our lips crush together; kissing, biting, sucking... I'm getting light-headed; the passion, the alcohol, the lust, the lack of air, all combine to ignite burning white flashes behind my eyes. I shove you away, hard; your teeth tear my lip. I taste my own salty blood and my hunger for you surges...
 
I slide my hand through your hair, clench my fist, and jerk your head back, hard. Your sigh and exposed throat beckon to me, and my mouth answers. My teeth against your neck and you moan and press against me. I taste the sweat from your hair and bruise your flesh with my mouth again.
 
Your hands glide across my shoulder and suddenly my back flexes; your fingernails digging in, shredding my shirt, leaving long, fiery weals on my skin. Our breath is synchronous; heavy and fast as the scent of passion fills the room.
 
You push my head away with your own; your mouth glances across my cheek, leaving a wet trail of warm breath over the rough stubble, around my ear, down my neck, onto my chest. Your mouth finds my stomach and you bite, hard. My back arches, I gasp, and shivers race down my spine.
 
God, I'm so hard and I want you so much; I want to die or live forever with and within you.
 
Once more I run my hand through your hair and once more I grasp your hair and pull; you stumble, or maybe I do. God knows my knees are weak. We crash to the floor, together, my hand still in your hair. You wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze, then relax, then squeeze once more. Your hips grinding into mine, your hands reach for my chest but I grasp your wrists and pull and suddenly you're below me; suddenly I'm above you.
 
A grin stretches across my face as I lower my head to your chest and begin to rip the buttons off your shirt with my teeth. Rough fabric on my tongue; plastic buttons click against my teeth. Bite. Rip. Spit. Three inches lower. Repeat. Only one button left now. Your hands in my hair; yanking, tearing, forcing my head back. My eyes fill with tears as I shake my head. But you hold on, pulling my head back toward you; you hold on and bring my head closer ever closer. Your shirt parts and gently I touch my lips to your flat, taut stomach. My lips slide upward, over your ribs to your small, tender, perfect breasts. No biting now; I circle your breasts with my tongue, nipping slightly, just enough to feel your body tense. The circle grows ever smaller and finally I bring one proud, upthrust nipple into my mouth and your body quivers ever so slightly. Your hand still in my hair presses my head onto your breast; again I taste your sweat as you moan and writhe against me.
 
My hands dance down your back to your waist; my fingers fumble at the snap of your jeans but you reach down and stop me. I stare at you in puzzlement but the smile in your eyes dispels my doubts as you ease the jeans over your thighs, past your knees, over your calves, and off. I reach for my own waistband and again you stop me; smile as you move your head to my leg, open your mouth, and tear the already ripped denim with your teeth. I suck air past my lips, reach down, grab the torn fabric, and rip it all away.
 
Our clothes are gone, all barriers have fallen; hesitantly we face each other. Leaning forward, we kiss, slolwy and gently at first, until once more the surge of hot passion fills our veins and our lips grind into one another.
 
I part your legs and press you down and again, I'm above you. A deep breath and then I'm inside you. Warm and safe and exploding with need, we begin to flex our hips and arch our backs as the rhythm sets in. Your mouth on my shoulder, my hands on your breasts, your softness with my hardness; all these things and more as the momentum builds. Gasping and moaning and crying, our bodies melding into one; pleasure so intense building so fast I think it hurts. Muscles clench and hold and suddenly release as waves of ecstasy wash over us, rocking our bodies, as nerve endings flare. Weak in your arms, my body exhausted, you hold me and breathe into my ear. My hands finds yours, our fingers entwine, and we eventually sleep; together, the two of us one.
 
11/11/92