Unforgotten

Only when I roll onto my back and shift my clouded gaze on him I manage to escape my state of trance. And only now I notice that he is still fully clad while I am completely naked. A very unbalanced situation that needsustmustment. As if I had to make up for the time in which he worshipped my motionless body with his hands and I just lay there, my fingers hastily glide down his upper body and eagerly tear at decorated buckles, knotted laces and precious fabric. Within seconds my hands discover openings in his clothes and finally meet bare skin. He quivers almost unrecognisably as uch uch his sensitive skin for the first time, but I notice it. Also, the style of his kiss changes and gives away just how much my touch affects him.

I let my hands carry out vehement investigations of Boromir’s body. I doubt that I could get myself to the same tenderness that he just bestowed upon me, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. While I explore him a little ungently he peels off his clothes, but without disconnecting from my lips. My hands glide over muscular arms, broad shoulders, a long, strong back... To me, his skin seems even hotter than my own, and it’s firm and perfect in the way it stretches over his working muscles.

Finally, he has wound himself out of his clothes, but when I try to pull him closer towards me he resists. Even before I can disconnect from his mouth in wonder and open my eyes, cool liquid splashes onto my chest, then onto my stomach, and I feel moist, tickling lines trickle down my sides. This time, he doesn’t spread the oil with his hands but lets himself down on me, just like that. We both voice a low, sighing sound as his heated skin glides over mine. The slippery oil between us absorbs our body heat quickly, and even though everything around and also within me feels wonderfully hot, one shiver after the next is running down my spine.

Although he doesn’t lean on me with his full weight, the pressure of his upper body on my chest makes it difficult for me to breathe properly. This adds to the never-ending, deep kiss and the sudden surge of adrenalin as he pushes against me with even more determination and I can feel the unmistakable proof of his lust for me press into my groin. My head is swimming and with a pant I disconnect from his lips which instantly sink down on my neck. Even after I opened my eyes and took a few deep breaths my heart seems to burst fry chy chest any second, but at least the dizziness decreases. A little more composed again – though far from being calm – I snake my hands down between us. Thanks to the oil it goes easily, even though we are pressed against one another so closely, and since I pass slippery puddles which pooled between us, my hands are slick as they finally reach their goal.

His ragged breath is hot against my neck when I touch him there for the first time. At first, I am cul aul and gently try out a few things, but it doesn’t take me long until I know which movements, which pressure and which rhythm drive him out of his mind. I feel how his self-control is washed away by his growing arousal, and when his kisses on my sensitive skin get more unbridled, almost painful, I again close my eyes and cock my head to give his lips full access to my neck. The sensations of his body on top of mine are almost too stimulating for me to handle. His fingers, which wandered down to my waist again to possessively hold me there, are slick and strong, his tongue on my neck tickles, rough and moist, and down there under my hands he is wonderfully hot and hard and sleek. He moves against me now, rhythmiand and urging, his breathing comes and goes heavily, and as his hand leaves my waist and glides deeper down to the hollow of my knee in order to push my leg a little open and prop it up, a thought flickers through the dark lightheadedness of my lust.

I’m not sure if I can give him what he obviously tries to prepare us for.

On the one hand, I burn with desire, and with no one else it was like with him. So intense and so... right. If I cannot let him do this… if not him, who else? But on the other hand, something within me resists, and even though it’s very weak I can’t ignore it. And suddenly I catch myself rubbing against him and stroking him fervently, silently hoping that all this will come to an end before he will force me to reject him and the magic of our encounter will be gone.

Much to my horror his hands close around my wrists and he detaches my fingers from his body with determination.

“Not so fast”, he whispers softly, and there is tenderness not only in his voice but also in his eyes as our gazes meet. I can tell that he can read the doubts and concerns and, I admit, also the sudden unease in my face, but I don’t dare say anything. Motionless I lie under his heavy, heated body and await his reaction.