There is delight is expansion. And restriction.
With my hands wrapped around her neck and pushing her deeper into the bed, she is writhing in ecstasy.
Our naked bodies are a symbol of this freedom.
My hands, are clean.
On top of her, I look down to see my cock as a sword, battering her. Bringing her closer to something I can’t otherwise give her.
In the pale light streaming in from the hallway, I can see her look is inquisitive. I have never done this before.
My hands are wrapped around her neck.
I am not an angry man, nor a mean man. I am, however, an emotional man.
My hands around her neck are a symbol of how I want this to work. I don’t want control. I want this situation to find its focus.
And this situation, is us. In this life.
Not yesterday and not tomorrow.
I want to wring it out of her – everything that she is. Could be. Was. To bring her closer to now.
Pivoting more of my weight on her throat, I am hoping that when I release – and when that great gasp for air comes it will shoot everything up and out of her.
As though it was only suppressed. Hung-up in the back of the throat.
I want more than delight. I want more than ecstasy.
I want our days to weave together neatly with our nights.
I want to love and fuck at the same time.
One of my hands wraps all the way around her throat, cupping her breathing channel perfectly. With my other hand I pinch and prod at her nipples.
I slide down her stomach. Circle her clit.
If I had something to restrain her arms with, I would.
But the emotions and longing to live is enough, for now.
Slowly releasing my grip from her throat and I pull out of her, spraying my juices all over her stomach.
I clean myself from her and nothing else is said.