The Best...
In the deep, dank and dark dungeon of a basement they lay together after a night of drinking. The house above them is quiet, as the night for the rest of the tenants has ended. Their night, on the other hand, has just begun.
It is chilly outside and even more so in the basement, but the combination of the alcohol, blankets and body heat keeps them toasty. They lay on a couch, broken in by years of use, but comfortable enough and big enough for the two of them to sleep on together. They used to be so far apart all the time it seemed, but now, they do this every night. For hours, they softly talk to each other and joke about different things, laughing and giggling as they hold one another under the blankets. It is clear to both of them how in love they are, and neither one can help it. He has put her through hell, but she is still there, keeping him warm. He has questioned her feelings and commitment to him as well, even though she has always been loyal. Two hearts forever linked, beating against one another, faster and harder. He strokes her hair away from her face, looks down at her, and smiles. She never knows why he does this, but she knows the answer she'll get if she asks why he does it. Instead, she looks and smiles back, and they kiss for a moment. Arms wrap around bodies, and their lips linger a little longer for another kiss, and then another. Finally, their bodies and lips collide with one another, passionately embracing and kissing, tongues thrashing. Their combined breath becomes heavier, and she digs her nails into him, slowly grinding them from middle of his back to the sides of his body. He winces, but the pain drives him into a frenzy, and he begins to bite her, sinking sharp K-9's into the fair skinned nape of her neck. His hands move all over her body, as if it were the first time feeling a woman's body; yet he has felt her many times before. She starts to moan a bit, and her breath is heavier than before now. She wants him inside her, she demands. Quickly, cloth is torn and removed away from flesh, until they can feel nothing under the blanket but skin against skin. The next moment, he enters her, and ecstasy follows for a couple more hours. Biting and scratching of the flesh continues as they grind against one another. They talk shit to each other as well, which only spurs them on even further, going harder and deeper, switching positions. Now their skin is dripping with sweat, and their bodies sliding with every motion. It is too hot for the blanket now, and they decide to throw it off, the cool air of the basement now licking the sweat from their naked bodies. Just then, a noise pounds through the ceiling above them. Footsteps of a newly awoken tenant, leaving for work. She gasps and becomes motionless, her heart pounding from making love, but also in fear of who it could be waking up at this time. The light of day is beginning to creep through the cracks in between the window and the shades, slivers of light speckling across the sweat on his forehead as he holds himself up with his fists, ears to the floor above them. He is still inside her, though, and soon, he cannot take it. He tells her he doesn't give a shit who it is, and it would only make it hotter if someone did come down and catch them, and he continues fucking her, now even harder and deeper than before. He kisses her as she pulls his upper body down to her, trying to grasp on to something, and he bites her bottom lip, and sucks it as he slowly pulls his mouth away from hers. She is all in now. Dripping, she grinds against him just as hard now, and they both becomes louder, the footsteps moving from an upstairs room, to the top of the basement stairs. The back door opens and shuts, and the threat is gone. They both laugh a bit, but climax is moments away for both of them at this point. He tells her this, and she says she is close too, and tells him to finish inside her. He is surprised, but too far into the frenzy to disagree, and his heart and mind are both in agreement. The next moment, they are clinching one another tightly, thrusting, kissing and moaning, soaked in sweat still, and they finish at the same time, still locked together. He bites her neck hard, muscles tightening in spasms, and she moans loudly and cuts pieces of skin from his back with her nails. Immediately after they both come, they have no energy left but to grab the cup of water on the table next to them, drink half each, and then collapse to the couch once again. He knows at that very moment, that no one can ever replace her. No one could ever make him feel the way she has in the past and did this night. They hold each other the rest of the night, her head on his chest, his nose against her hair, until sleep takes them.
God damn. What an amazing night that was. And that was just ONE of the best times we had... you know there are way more, just like I do. Wish we could make some more...
It is chilly outside and even more so in the basement, but the combination of the alcohol, blankets and body heat keeps them toasty. They lay on a couch, broken in by years of use, but comfortable enough and big enough for the two of them to sleep on together. They used to be so far apart all the time it seemed, but now, they do this every night. For hours, they softly talk to each other and joke about different things, laughing and giggling as they hold one another under the blankets. It is clear to both of them how in love they are, and neither one can help it. He has put her through hell, but she is still there, keeping him warm. He has questioned her feelings and commitment to him as well, even though she has always been loyal. Two hearts forever linked, beating against one another, faster and harder. He strokes her hair away from her face, looks down at her, and smiles. She never knows why he does this, but she knows the answer she'll get if she asks why he does it. Instead, she looks and smiles back, and they kiss for a moment. Arms wrap around bodies, and their lips linger a little longer for another kiss, and then another. Finally, their bodies and lips collide with one another, passionately embracing and kissing, tongues thrashing. Their combined breath becomes heavier, and she digs her nails into him, slowly grinding them from middle of his back to the sides of his body. He winces, but the pain drives him into a frenzy, and he begins to bite her, sinking sharp K-9's into the fair skinned nape of her neck. His hands move all over her body, as if it were the first time feeling a woman's body; yet he has felt her many times before. She starts to moan a bit, and her breath is heavier than before now. She wants him inside her, she demands. Quickly, cloth is torn and removed away from flesh, until they can feel nothing under the blanket but skin against skin. The next moment, he enters her, and ecstasy follows for a couple more hours. Biting and scratching of the flesh continues as they grind against one another. They talk shit to each other as well, which only spurs them on even further, going harder and deeper, switching positions. Now their skin is dripping with sweat, and their bodies sliding with every motion. It is too hot for the blanket now, and they decide to throw it off, the cool air of the basement now licking the sweat from their naked bodies. Just then, a noise pounds through the ceiling above them. Footsteps of a newly awoken tenant, leaving for work. She gasps and becomes motionless, her heart pounding from making love, but also in fear of who it could be waking up at this time. The light of day is beginning to creep through the cracks in between the window and the shades, slivers of light speckling across the sweat on his forehead as he holds himself up with his fists, ears to the floor above them. He is still inside her, though, and soon, he cannot take it. He tells her he doesn't give a shit who it is, and it would only make it hotter if someone did come down and catch them, and he continues fucking her, now even harder and deeper than before. He kisses her as she pulls his upper body down to her, trying to grasp on to something, and he bites her bottom lip, and sucks it as he slowly pulls his mouth away from hers. She is all in now. Dripping, she grinds against him just as hard now, and they both becomes louder, the footsteps moving from an upstairs room, to the top of the basement stairs. The back door opens and shuts, and the threat is gone. They both laugh a bit, but climax is moments away for both of them at this point. He tells her this, and she says she is close too, and tells him to finish inside her. He is surprised, but too far into the frenzy to disagree, and his heart and mind are both in agreement. The next moment, they are clinching one another tightly, thrusting, kissing and moaning, soaked in sweat still, and they finish at the same time, still locked together. He bites her neck hard, muscles tightening in spasms, and she moans loudly and cuts pieces of skin from his back with her nails. Immediately after they both come, they have no energy left but to grab the cup of water on the table next to them, drink half each, and then collapse to the couch once again. He knows at that very moment, that no one can ever replace her. No one could ever make him feel the way she has in the past and did this night. They hold each other the rest of the night, her head on his chest, his nose against her hair, until sleep takes them.
God damn. What an amazing night that was. And that was just ONE of the best times we had... you know there are way more, just like I do. Wish we could make some more...