Something short that I just wrote. Hope you guys like it c:
At Night.
It was night. The darkness surrounded the room gracefully. The windows were closed to keep the outside voices for the outside world. The curtains a little bit open in an attempt to create a magical atmosphere with the dancing lights of the city but failing without caring.
Two bodies were laying on the bed, not resting, not sleeping. Two naked bodies performing a private show under dark sheets; dancing, singing.
The sound of that song, moans, groans, whimpers, filled every corner of the bedroom, keeping company to the orchestra of slapping bodies and wet kisses. The bed was rocking, the walls trembling and the immediate world of the two lovers was circling around lust and passion. Hands were rubbing back and forth skin, desperately, anxious, hungry. Livid emotions, powerful feelings, strong heartbeats.
Kate threw her head back on the pillow, unable to control a long moan that escaped her lips. The echo of the name of the man that was giving her indescribable pleasure, bounce against the wall but couldn't reach her ears. She was too focused on the sensations, on the warm touch, on the heat consuming her.
Her hot body was flushed, sweating, receiving electric shocks of undeniable pleasure that was about to explode with a magical spectrum of light invisible to the human eye, and sound waves that were going to run wild inside the room altering all possible kind of rationality. More kisses, more moans, more devotion and passion. Intimate touches, tender and rough at the same time.
Rick imitated her behavior, pure animalistic desire, pure heaven.
Increasing second by second, revealing all its power, an explosion of hormones and electrical pulses were witnessed by two people who shared more than one connection of soul and body.
But that feeling is not meant to last forever. As the top and descent of a roller coaster, the climax always ends where it starts. Solid ground, emptiness and a certain addiction running through the veins and pushing everyone to the edge of seeking that top again. The intense need of the roller coaster, of the fire inside.
The exhausted bodies fell dead on the mattress, resting minds, adjusting themselves to the atmospheric pressure of the Earth and the process of their cells being back from the state of arousal.
The room was still dark but the symphony had stopped, leaving just the background music of agitated breathing and a simple last word coming from the mouth of each at the same time. An unknown word that lost itself in the darkness till there was nothing left but the memory of a night now gone forever.