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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 49 из 148“If you’re strong enough to keep yourself up off my body while we fuck, you won’t brush the front of me.”
“Off your body?” He sounded puzzled.
“I will be facing up, you on top, but the only thing that touches me is what is inside me now.”
“If you are flat, I will not be able to get as much inside you.”
“I’ll rise up to meet you.” Then I asked, “Are you?”
“Am I what?” he asked, and the lightning in his eyes blinded me for a moment.
“Strong enough,” I said with my vision full of bright white spots.
He laughed, then, and it was like a low rumble of thunder not just in my ear, but along my body, as if the sound traveled through his very bones and into mine. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I am strong enough.”
“Prove it,” I said, and my voice was a whisper that was almost lost in the sound of wind and thunder.
He let me move off him and helped me to lie down on what was left of our makeshift blanket. If we had been about to make love in standard missionary position, then I would have been more concerned about the blanket. But if we did this right, very little of me would be touching the ground.
I lay back against the hard, dry ground for a moment, my knees bent. Mistral hesitated, kneeling between them. Lightning flashed in his eyes, danced down his body, so that it looked for a moment as if the jagged bolt went from his eyes and out his leg into the ground. I heard a more distant crackle, and saw the first lightning bolt dance in the clouds at the ceiling. The smell of ozone came faint; the scent of close rain was stronger.
“Mistral,” I said, “now — enter me now.”
“I will brush against the front of your body,” he said. “It will hurt.”
“Enter me, and I’ll show you.”
He lowered himself to me, keeping his arms locked and his body above mine. He slid himself inside me, and before he was finished, I moved up to meet him.
I raised my upper body in a sort of sit-up, more like an abdominal crunch. I couldn’t hold the position forever, but I could hold it a long time, if I put my hands on either side of my thighs and held on. It held me simultaneously in position and open wide.
I watched him push himself inside me by the white moonlight glow of my own skin, and the distant flash of lightning that he’d released into the clouds above. It was almost as if now that the lighting was up there, there wasn’t so very much inside him.
He began to pump his body into mine.
“Off your body?” He sounded puzzled.
“I will be facing up, you on top, but the only thing that touches me is what is inside me now.”
“If you are flat, I will not be able to get as much inside you.”
“I’ll rise up to meet you.” Then I asked, “Are you?”
“Am I what?” he asked, and the lightning in his eyes blinded me for a moment.
“Strong enough,” I said with my vision full of bright white spots.
He laughed, then, and it was like a low rumble of thunder not just in my ear, but along my body, as if the sound traveled through his very bones and into mine. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I am strong enough.”
“Prove it,” I said, and my voice was a whisper that was almost lost in the sound of wind and thunder.
He let me move off him and helped me to lie down on what was left of our makeshift blanket. If we had been about to make love in standard missionary position, then I would have been more concerned about the blanket. But if we did this right, very little of me would be touching the ground.
I lay back against the hard, dry ground for a moment, my knees bent. Mistral hesitated, kneeling between them. Lightning flashed in his eyes, danced down his body, so that it looked for a moment as if the jagged bolt went from his eyes and out his leg into the ground. I heard a more distant crackle, and saw the first lightning bolt dance in the clouds at the ceiling. The smell of ozone came faint; the scent of close rain was stronger.
“Mistral,” I said, “now — enter me now.”
“I will brush against the front of your body,” he said. “It will hurt.”
“Enter me, and I’ll show you.”
He lowered himself to me, keeping his arms locked and his body above mine. He slid himself inside me, and before he was finished, I moved up to meet him.
I raised my upper body in a sort of sit-up, more like an abdominal crunch. I couldn’t hold the position forever, but I could hold it a long time, if I put my hands on either side of my thighs and held on. It held me simultaneously in position and open wide.
I watched him push himself inside me by the white moonlight glow of my own skin, and the distant flash of lightning that he’d released into the clouds above. It was almost as if now that the lighting was up there, there wasn’t so very much inside him.
He began to pump his body into mine.