First Fuck

I thought that I was attracted to her before our breaths even intertwined. I thought I couldn’t want someone as bad as I wanted her today. I tried to ignore those needs which made my eyelids flutter and get me out of these dreams of her and me, me and her, her back arching, her moans echoing all over the empty room, her legs shaking beside me. Hard breathing. Lips parted. Profanities emerging. Eyes startled. That’s the look I prefer, on her. That’s the most beautiful and enjoyable vue I would like to see over, and over.

I wanted to make her mine, mine for the entire night before getting woken up by the rays of the sun slipping through blinds. I wanted her fingers pulling on my sheets, while mine did the same to her hair. I needed to hear her “shit” ’s and smell the perfume of our pleasure in the air. The moaning and the panting sounds echoing through the room, while her whole body is presented to my eyes, thanks to the moon ; she looks angelic in that form, pure bliss showing all over her facial expressions.

Even if it was only for a simple night, even if it was the only time I would be able to really see all of her under this light ; and even if only tonight, I was able to taste her with delight ; I knew I would still remember this sight. Squirming. Screaming. Moaning. Gripping. Begging. Whispering. She’s all red in the cheeks and all glossy in those brown eyes.

She’s dancing all over the bed, singing, chanting, while I’m exploring between her legs, spread ; spelling promises for the rest of the night. And here goes that look. Innocent yet demonic. What I felt for her in that moment was all but platonic. Closing my eyes, licking my lips, her taste lasted there, chronic. Opening my eyes, the scene started playing all over again : She is fantasy, she is erotica, she was a painting I could stare at again, and again.