Crimson Lips
Crimson lips pressed softly onto his skin. The shock sent
waves throughout his whole body. The lips moved lower, and lower down his
torso, creating a tingling that could send the sanest man over the edge. His
breathing became laboured as the emotions began to flare. His heart was beating
like a pounding war drum, pulse rising by the second. Soft touches, burned
memories into his skin, he was shaking with anticipation. Waiting for the
moment when he’d feel it, that insatiable pleasure at the hands of beauty that
stood before him.
Those crimson lips belonged to, a celestial being, or so
they appeared to be celestial. Skin, the colour of ivory, that felt of silk and
heat. It almost resembled marble, much
like a Grecian statue. Beautiful, green eyes, stare up at you. The heavy lidded
orbs, glazed with lust, need, want. Long, elegant eyelashes tickle his chest,
as the vixen in front of him trailed, sensual, erotic kisses down his chest,
the lips stopping as they reached a chiselled v shape in his hips.
He raised his trembling hand, calloused fingers caressing the
soft, rosy cheeks. A jolt of desire, shot through him, like an electric shock,
and went straight towards his manhood. He moved his hand, from the round,
delicate cheeks, to the thick luscious hair. His hand, enveloped by dark
chocolate locks, tightened its grip, and guided the crimson lips to his
hardening erection.
Moist heat surrounded his member, a rough tongue licks, and
swirls around the head, creating an addicting hot feeling. He shivers, and
moans wanting more. Soon, he feels a total heat surrounding his manhood,
suckling like a needy babe, aching for its mother’s tit. The lips, sucked and
licked his length, his abdomen felt a constricting of the muscles. A maniacal
wave of euphoria, washed over him, a ball off fire, surging through him as he
released between the lips. Once he felt as if he was sucked dry, he felt an odd
sense of cold as the moist blanket that surrounded his member pulled off, with
a devious popping sound.
He sat there for a second, allowing his nirvanas subside,
the daze phasing back into reality. He took in the beautiful sight in front of
him, naked, happy to please him. He picked up the beauty in front of him, bring
them into his lap. He brought his hand across the bare, white skin, and smiled.
He had never seen such a beautiful man in his life. He looked his lover in his eye;
his hazel eyes locked with his lovers green eyes.
“I love you” he whispered into his lover’s ear, kissing it
quickly, cause him to giggle.
“I love you too. Always and forever Johnny.”
“Johnny and Paulie, Lennon and McCartney, soul-mates,
lovers, for eternity.”
Paul hummed and response and snuggled into John
embrace. Letting sleep wash over him, comfort
in being in his loves arms. Soon the couple were asleep, wrapped in each other’s
embrace, dreaming of one another, smiles lacing over his face.