Stains of Blue

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His eyes glimmered mysteriously in the dim light, the boyishly curious hunger mixed with the gentle mature wisdom he radiated entranced me once more, realizing that who ever would call him old, just had never seen him the way I did right now, that he wonevenever be old, never unless he lost what filled him, his essence - his spirit.
I noticed that my voice and breath trembled when I tried to answer, but nothing was to be heard apart from the long breath I took, but then exhaled again slowly, noticing that there was not really anything to say to that. He wasn't done with me yet.
Instead my eyes began to settle on his exposed chest, not too smooth, not too hairy and despite his age in a shape that couldn't be made any drentrent to provide the perfect fantasy.
As if it had a will of its own, my hand started moving, began to long for touching it, feeling him, discovering, exploring this skin, that had given so many promised to my eyes, promises that I never knew I would long for, but now felt as if I would die without them.
Soon I found myself desperate to touch him, to kiss him, and feel the texture of his skin under my hands, under my lips and tongue.
And he was here, so close, right above me, looking down into my glassy eyes hungrily, but not without the certain and most alluring essence of contentment, making me feel that wherever this night would lead us to - it would be right, it would be so good, and satisfying for us both.
It didn't take long for me to notice the heat his loins radiated now, I could feel him so close, the way I lay there, still slightly out of breath and with my head on his warm lap, his hand idly caressed stomach, chest and nipples, as if he didn't even pay attention to it, but providing me with the constant feeling of closeness and intimacy when I our eyes locked with each other - but slowly it came to my realization that though I lay here, panting and - at least for the moment - quite perfectly satisfied, he had not received anything from me in return yet.

I felt a desperate need to change that, felt suddenly uncomfortable and self-conscious, because though my sexual experiences could very well be named limited the idea of taking alone had never appealed to me, in no aspect of life. I wanted to give him more of me, serve him for his own pleasure, make him feel proud that it was me he chose to invite into his house, proud that I was his little one, at least for this night - even more so now, that returning a favour meant receiving another one, and one so much more valuable, one I felt yearning for even more then what I had already gotten.
I felt myself getting twitching as I lay there in his arms and lap, barely able to reach him, and at the point I couldn't handle my internal tension anymore I got up at a sudden and with quivering breath looked up into his eyes. Meanwhile he had raised his brows only slightly in softly amused inquiry.

"What'cha up to, love?" he asked casually running his hand over my shoulder and down my arm.
A shiver ran down my spine, erecting all these tiny hairs on my arms and back, and suddenly my brave plan sounded ridiculous in my head, could I just bend over and kiss him, his chest? I trembled in realization that I could not, that I just sat there frozen my eyes again locked with his.

"Bath... bathroom." I stuttered finally and grabbed on of the silky bed-sheets to wrap myself into and got off the large king-size bed. The sheet covered my breasts and fell around my body touching the floor, I looked at him inquiringly, "Um... where... where to?"

He grinned, "Down the corridor on the left..." I turned around to follow his directions, not before I smiled at him once more, but before I could reach the door I felt his hand closing around mine and pulling me back gently.
"Wait a second, love..." he breathed and pressed himself close to me. I felt the fabric of his jeans, the buckle of his belt against my lower stomach through the silk sheet, and then very slowly and never breaking eye-contact he took my other hand as well, the one which held the sheets up around my breasts. I felt it sliding to the ground and then my nipples who the stood erect, touching his chest.
"Much better!" he whispered into my ear, while I felt like all air was pressed out of my lungs, like my heart was clenched by his big, calloused but so alluring hands, I felt like I wanted to explode with need for him.

"There is nothing in all the world that can make you feel ashamed of your own body, little one!"

For what seemed an eternity, we looked at each other, as if could see heaven in his eyes, all the world and all history, every wisdom and knowledge, every aspect of life as if it passed his eyes for my own enlightenment. He was it, the centre of my world, the one I had been looking for all my life, the one I would never find a replacement for, yet knowing that all the time we had together was one night, time flies when you are happy, time would crawl for the rest of my life...
At the very moment I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears anymore, a grin spread over his features and broke the moment that had become too intense, fighting it off to prevent us both from harm. But I knew it was late anyway, too late maybe.

"I thought you needed to go to the bathroom!" He said then smirking and turned me around at my shoulders when I nodded swallowing. I gasped loud when I felt his hand slapping my butt ever so softly and chuckled, "Then what are you waiting for, hush... the sooner you leave the sooner I can ravage you again!"


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I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink, saw my glassy eyes, swollen deep red lips, tousled hair and still shaken limbs. Instinctively my hand started tracing my skin, tracking every part Viggo had kissed, touched, changed into something different, as if he had miraculously manipulated the molecular texture of my cells, they were not ugly anymore, not in vain and hushed away, hidden and scared to be shown, scared of the light - I wasn’t cold anymore, my hands were warm and so was my flesh, and even though my hair was tousled and the skin around my lips reddened from his scraping facial hair, I didn't feel any urge to make up my face and hair, didn't feel any urge now to hide or deny.
Now I was ready, ready to give him what I longed for giving, now I could dare to be who I wanted to be, who he wanted me to be - and in the end, yes whom I am inside.

He sat on the bed when I returned, his chest still exposed and still wearing his stained, faded blue-jeans and the black, insignificant looking leather-belt, his legs splayed just the way I wanted to sink onto my knees and bury my face in his warm lap. He looked at me expectantly and a warm smile wreathed his reddened lips. And though I still didn't feel entirely comfortable with myself, I wasn't ashamed anymore either.
He smiled at me longingly and then reached out his hand for me to take. Once his fingers closed around mine he pulled me close to him and while his arms wrapped around my hips his lips kissed my stomach. I moaned leaning my head into the back of my neck, but that wasn't what I wanted now, it wasn't what I needed. Panting I drew away from him, and blushing I looked down into his eyes, I bit my swollen lips and suddenly his inquiring gaze turned into a tiny smile.
As if he read my thoughts he nodded at me encouragingly and a smile crept into my features - There was no reason to be ashamed, no reason to fear.

And then I did it. Never breaking eye-contact I dropped to my knees between his thighs and his brows arched in a pleasantly surprised awe. Another meaningful glance was exchanged. Do I really want this? I am sure, do I know what I am about to do? - Yes I am! And all of a sudden his hands lay on my cheeks and his lips crashed hungrily onto mine. I felt his tongue exploring my mouth again, his teeth gnawing at my tongue, pulling at my lips hungrily, most tenderness had left this kiss, but this new fervent and desperate quality was not less teasing, even more exciting, leaving my sex tingle with need. I felt his chest quivering above me, felt his breath come in short pants in expectation of the following and then I head his voice breathing into my mouth:
"God, Iris I want you. Suck me, little one, I need you to!"

I nodded while he still ravaged my mouth and then tore away from, looking up to him with glassy eyes, my lips slightly parted and out of breath and placed my hand on his chest, this magical texture that felt like heaven under my very hand. He smiled down at me and then frowns softly and reached back.
"Here, take this!" he whispered and pushed a pillow under my knees.
I smiled exhaling a shaking breath, drew closer and dipped my nose into his navel, started rubbing my cheek at his skin, inhaled his scent, this essence of strength and power, of vigour and virtue and it intoxicated my veins and lungs, and when I heard his muffled, rough and deep whimpers, when I tasted his skin I was lost, lost in him, lost this dream that happened to be reality.

I kissed my way town his stomach and rubbed my cheeks at his thighs, then finally went for the fly of his jeans and in a sudden rush of courage I used my teeth to pull it down. I heard a deep groan from somewhere above me and I let the tip of my nose run over the bulge of his pants where I assumed his centre of need.
His bucked forward involuntarily, "Iris..." he groaned above me, need and urge spoke in his tone, and I allowed a grin a wreath my swollen lips when I opened the button and eased him out of his jeans and underwear - there it was, right in front of my eyes, warmth, scent, his huge cock, hard and twitching slightly.
My lip started to tremble when I looked up to him one last time. I met need in his eyes, passion and a hint of something I couldn't put a finger on, but what made me happier then anything I had ever seen in my life.

I started by carefully, almost humbly running my fingers over his shaft, oblivious about anything else then the soft, warm texture of his skin, and the sounds I elicited of his throat. Slowly my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft but I could not close my hand around him and then, closing my eyes I gently stroke up and down, got used to the feeling of his huge cock in my hand, this skin that was most pleasing to the tough, the most amazing tremor rushed through my veins like golden bravery and while the head of his cock already glistened with pre-come It ovt over and pressed an innocent kiss onto it. Again he groaned my name and I unleashed my tongue, licked his head, swirled around him, incredibly intoxicated by his taste and the feeling he gave me, his moans and twitching cock. My lips parted and I slipped him into my mouth, as deep as I could and then bobbed up and down on his gently, trying to suck on him softly, carefully, because really I didn't have a concept of what I was doing.
At some point I felt his hands caressing my head and hair and while I proceeded his touches got more intense, claiming control. And before I knew what happened, he changed holding me completely. He pushed into my throat, gently and first and when he realized I could take it, then he wanted to take it and pushed deeper, harder, let go of his restrains, and while his head pushed deeper and deeper against my throat, and into it, I only heard is hummed moans, hoarse groans, only felt his cock in my mouth and his hands on my head, and while he pushed himself higher and higher into the heavens of pleasure, my stomach churned with the most wonderful emotion, just wishing it would stay like this forever.

Eventually he came, and pulled out, I watched his glittering moist cock slip out of my lips and I tasted the salty cum on my tongue. I looked up to him yearning for a connection with his eyes, and found heavenly comfort in them, steel blue, his lips were parted and slightly of bof breath, but the smile he gifted me with and the glinting sparkled in his eyes gave wings to my heart and let me soar through all the heavens.

"Let me help you..." he breathed and then took my face into his gentle, still slightly trembling hands, and wiped away some moisture from the corner of my lips, that I hadn't even noticed before. I smiled up to him and then with a loving expression in his eyes he smeared the rest of his cum over my lips, I trembled but then couldn't resist to lick it away - that was the moment he pulled me up into his arms and onto the bed.
"You are amazing, love!" he breathed and kissed me ever so softly, "I knew there was something special about you. But this fire that burns beneath the surface, this gleaming of your eyes, your lust and sensuality - there are not many people who can still surprise me, you're one in a million, you're one in the world."