If you can’t beat the heat, match it.
Summer swelter and I sprawl across perspiration soaked sheets, awaiting the mass of angry clouds on the northern horizon. Weak puffs of ozone-laced breezes filter through the window, and I peel my body from the bedding, angle my sticky flesh in their direction, and will the air to stir.
I slide my gaze to the chaos gathering against a patch of creamsicle sky. My mind wanders idly through images of you, each as drenched in sensation as I am drenched in sweat. Distant crackles of lightning spark a silent movie in my mind. My eyes drift shut.
I trail my fingers lightly across my collarbone. You kissed me there, coaxing sweetshimmers up my throat to escape my lips.
The rolling thunder is remote and still whisper quiet-someone coughing politely behind a raised fist; or the soft sounds from the back of your throat when the pleasurebecame unbearable. I feel your keening now as jolts, and my muscles jump with pangs of liquid heat, distinct from the heavy smolder in the air.
Here at last, the wind picks up, sighs through the screen, draws with it the moisture from the room. At once I can breathe again, cool and deep. I see you suckling greedilyat my breast, grasping my nipple between your teeth, flicking the captured flesh withthe tip of your tongue-and as I held your head to me, my chest swelled to match yourhunger. My fingers flutter down to clutch at my breast and knead frantically. But my hand does you no justice.
I can almost see the steam rising from my body. The inches of skin on skin between my arm and torso begin to sizzle, and I am forced to pull my hand away. I drop my forearm across my damp brow and cover my eyes. I see your tongue trailing down mybelly, your intense gaze capturing my own. My abdomen quivers with the memory.
You grasped the button of my jeans between your teeth and released it with a flickof your head. My breath escaped me.
Your fingers curled around the waistband. Thumbs hooked in the belt loops, andyou tugged slowly at the denim. Your hot breath covered the tender skin beneath. Awry smile lit your eyes, and you kissed me, full and wet, tongue splayed against myclitoris. Flames shot through my belly, contracting my muscles, yanking my shouldersfrom the bed. My legs flex and extend, shifting restlessly, wanting you.
My hands have now fallen to the bed, clutching fists full of soggy sheets. You touchedme, tentatively at first, just the pad of your thumb, your other arm slung beneath myhips, holding me in position. You lowered your mouth to me, following your thumb,tongue and fingers-seeking, invading, conquering. Agonizingly tender. My breath comes in hitches and gasps. My eyes flash open. I marvel over the effect a mere memory can have on the here and now.
I focus on the boiling clouds that are now just above, reminiscent of writhing bodies beneath layers of gauze, and my eyes flutter shut once again. You loomed above me andteased my throat with your lips until I could no longer catch my breath. You droppedyour head, watching your body lower to mine. I watched as well, and raised my hipsto meet you, my legs circling your waist and hooking in the sway of your back.
Toying with me, or yourself, you dabbed at me, watching the head of your erectiondisappear beneath the wisps of pubic hair, only to draw it back and watch it descendagain. A growl tore through my clenched teeth, and I pulled you down with all of mymight. You chuckled softly and with a thrust of your hips, you were inside me. Mutualsighs of relief hissed between us, accompanied by the sharp slap of our bellies colliding.
Full force, it hits me. My body rises off the bed, and everything inside me gathers, coils and surges from every pore, almost painfully, until I am hollow and weightless.
I sink into the sheets, roll onto my side and allow the storm’s clean air and white noise to lull me to sleep.