RIPPED & READY (PART 54)

RIPPED & READY (PART LIV) 

Our sweltering and erotic lovemaking ballet had all ten of my toes tingling as if I had pirouetted, and leaped for hours across center stage.   It was magical and purposeful, because both of us were where we wanted to be – holding one another, squeezing and teasing one another – reciting the unwritten law with our body language in fluent positions.  Intimacy’s perfection, outlined, defined, and strewn across the canvass of affection, colorful as a meadow bursting with the newness of spring – we met there, and danced there, and now, we rest there. 

Joseph took my hand and we emerged from our lover’s lair, satisfied and fortified.  We never bothered to cover ourselves for we were together, alone, and our nakedness was the right attire for the evening.  When we reached the sanctuary of our bedroom, he pulled back the quilt on my side of the bed, and cupped me by the cheek of my left asset, guiding me into the arms of crisp white sheets.   How special was this moment?  It was one for the record books.  

I remembered when I asked Collin those pre-sex questions; how he placed his index finger over my lips and told me to concentrate on the right now, and stop worrying about the later.  Well, I intended to do just that this night.  It was now 8:00pm, and I had thoroughly enjoyed the main event, and was eagerly anticipating the after party.

After the show it’s the after party and…

 after the party it’s the hotel lobby and…

Yup, I was ready for one more round.  I wanted to bob-and-weave-and-scream-and-please-and-rock-and-roll; everything listed under delight is what I desired, what I needed again – that straight pleasure from my private, pied piper. It was Brokeback without the Mountain.   Fighting against the frolicking was intentional and intensified the overall thrill and excitement of exploration.  Joseph’s subtle moans and his gyrating hip motions increased as he slid down on what I had eagerly waiting for him – inside, finally, I exhaled, then inhaled, and as our rhythms locked onto each others, it felt like we were on a luxury cruise ship, and I used his shoulders as a life jacket.

“Marco…” he called out, panting as if he needed water.

“Yes, Joe-Joe, I am here baby, what is it that you need,” I asked, looking into the radiance of his eyes. 

He pulled me by the back of my neck into his chest.

          I was his pleasure providing the measure, meeting him every time he slid down.

          “I don’t wanna let go, baby, I don’t wanna,” He cooed, moving his head around in a circular motion. 

          I grabbed him by the back of his dark locks, and pulled his head backwards and began kissing on his neck, just above his Adam’s apple.   

          We were like two stars, passing in space, and finally, we collided and it was explosive.

          We found satisfaction at the same place at the same time. 

          Once our fountains sputtered out, we clung to each other as if we were clinging for dear life. 

          Silence echoed off the walls of our room.

          The sheets beneath us were damp with our perspiration. 

          It was the strangest thing – I was still inside of him when I heard light snoring coming from him.  I leaned to the side, holding him in my arms, and that was when I popped out of him.  I couldn’t believe it, I delivered a TKO. 

          Then he did something even more strangely, he put his thumb into his mouth, and sucked it as if he were a child – but then, I guess, he was a child, my baby. 

          I didn’t fall asleep right away because my thoughts wouldn’t allow me to.  I knew I needed to get some type of closure with D’Andre and I also needed to get back to the hospital to check on Collin; however, I had reached a conclusion about where my heart belonged – it was here, with Joseph.  I figured that, if he was willing to try, then I would go the extra mile with a man who could be all mine – hell, we were already lovers. 

          As long as there weren’t any more surprises, I feel like we just may have a chance.  I looked over at my slumbering mate, wishing I could become part of his dreams so that I could know for sure if I were his only opponent on the field of love. 

          I suppose, only time will tell.