... ... ... A LITTLE OF A NUTHOUSE ... ... ...
They were lying nude on their sides, lulled by the afterglow of the pleasure like tsunami to have hit them and overflooded, with only legs somewhat laced and sometime rubbing, but eyes into each other, mutely, for minutes or half of an hour already.
"I love... watching you... Is it weird?" she purred barely breaking the intimate silence.
"No. Not at all," his easy smile was as a remote reflection of the warmth inside him to spread afresh due to her cute confession.
"Okay," mirthfully she pulled closer to turn him on his back and nestled on top of him to fondle his face with her fingertips, while her gaze followed tracing his every feature, then a delightful glance deep into his soul, and again wandering, thus, to and fro. If to call a hit parade... no, she yet had no idea what she liked more about him, finding herself stuck forever in indecision what to put in first place, or in second, or further, what of his delicious exterior is the most wanted and where it's rather his personality traits to invisibly capture her heart...
"That's felicitousness to bring peace of mind in whatever mayhem..."
"Hm...?" now she appeared also at a loss what he was talking about.
"I can't imagine my days... few hours without your look, always loving and ongoing."
"Aw, thank you that you keep assuring me you don't consider me a creepy stalker..." she ridiculed it, though, did happen to regard herself that way. Because he allured to a fault. Their eye contact, or at least him in sight, was natural like breathing and needed the same. "It would be silly to charge a person with endless and blatant admiring a beautiful sunset. Nothing criminal in that, right?" She knew the answer, was absolutely positive and not a bit ever ashamed of herself ogling him, moreover, with no single evidence that it wasn't mutual. But there were rare moments when she kind of fell out of reality, or out of that fancy back to reality, to wonder if she still behaved sane.
"I don't think... that a sunset would shy away in embarrassment and protest against people looking at it..."
"What?!" louder amusement finally prevailed over confusion in her.
The air slowly shifted too to revive the sparkles, leisured and calm 'till that moment, as were the humans who possessed that magic.
"And I'm flattered to be compared to a sunset..."
"A sunset should be flattered instead..." now she made him chuckle. "But you're more precious and lasting... and touchable... kissable..." with that she came to prove those by corresponding exhilarating actions on his flesh.
Hell, she could make a mountain move or at any rate to shake in thrill.
"Then, yeah, I bet, a sunset would envy me, wishing to become a human to experience that..."
"Just not with me. As I have you. So, fuck sunset and all the rest. No, better you fuck me, while others stay aside, watching or not - I don't care," she seemed so serious he didn't know at what part of that to laugh, but was astounded by some.
"First, we're making love... And nobody gets to oversee that," his declaration also sounded as if pretty stern, so, she hovered beamingly and mysteriously for seconds before wickedly responding.
"God oversees... all our debauching," a glad giggle of hers followed, as by his facial expression she beheld she won this argument.
But, no, Antonio Dawson is not giving up.
"It's not a sin since we're making love," he insisted.
"You mean, not a sin but rather an excuse for God to peek at us?" she felt as hysterical laugh was about to invade her, even if a lightning comes to strike for her impious humor. But once more her remark beat it, as he paused to ponder. "And when I go down on you is that still making love too?" she asked giving him no chance to recover. "And how to let God know it's quite time to suspend the surveillance for everyone's sake, comfort and pleasure?"
"You're so bad," he exhaled, but scarcely discontent.
"I'm so right!" she playfully bit his skin. "And you like it. I feel it under me. The sun has risen again."
But another round of merging into one hottest and sweetest mess of two bodies could wait a while, because laughing with him was also a bliss.
"You're definitely not a prude, Antonio," she joyfully spoke, as together flopping over she ended up under him.
"Agree, no dispute over that..." the lust with awoken strength, sensed in his husky voice and lighting up his eyes, took her breath away.
Yet, she tried to maintain concentration on the unresolved subject, "You see, the dawn has different names and, if called pathetic as sun-up, it doesn't get insulted starting to use vulgar language towards people who do not show enough respect with higher nomination."
Just like her, he struggled to be all attention, but the blood for real left low as she pressed him, wrapped between her legs and arms, harder into her, whether encouraging him to slide inside or barely teasing, "I believed we sent to hell all those natural phenomenons for solely you and me."
"Aha, but my point is..." she let him reduce the space, although, despite the constant stirring desire for Frenchy exercising, afraid that he intended to shut her mouth up with his, as he leaned particularly close but decided to move left. "Whatever you call it but that doesn't change the truthful essence of it, simply adds a specific mood..." Almost impossible to continue her train of thoughts, when so craftily he made her crave for deeper connection, and her nails compulsively pinching at his back. "However, in my book making love is something lazy and literally half asleep..."
He withdrew from kissing her neck in wonder, "You hypertrophy it."
Phew! A break from flaming up temptation to finish her curious speculations.
"Hm, spell this word out for me, please..." now bantering him for sure, but he only snorted and smirked with his face upon her bare breast. "Anyway, we don't do so boring. We are more... vivacious, animated, jaunty..."
"Go on," he required, as his lips began to explore the area with those small peaks his cheeks landed between.
"Fuckable..."
Again so brazenly deflected from the engrossing salacious process, but his statement was revealed as precise and mellow, "You deserve better than that."
"But that's how I feel with you, Antonio," she nearly as if naughtily pouted, the same time earnestly avouching this stubborn gentleman even in bed. No, complaining not in the slightest. He's perfect in everything. Yet, there's no limit. "Don't stick to terms and letters. You should care merely for the way I sound when you're doing to me whatever you think you're doing," saying that she, yes, ultimately led him to substantially fill up her longing, moaning as adjusting herself to the fullness of him inside, like in her brain, in her heart, in her soul, she loved so much, losing last pieces of consciousness through his unconditional caress and melting to whatever pace and power of his thrust he chose.
But well, he always listens and then satisfies by effective performing and with results beyond expectations...
"No, stay this way, just relax completely, I'll withstand. I need it," the distinct smell to linger of the wildest sex they had and in her arms his weight pressing on her - that's what she begged for.
Once uncertainly he complied and laid his upper body over her, placid, she heard his heart drumming at another side of her chest echoing hers in awfully loud and fascinating silence their heavy breathing didn't spoil. But, no, he couldn't subject her to this load for long, so, in a minute or rather a couple, as too exhausted to keep the track of time, he slid down only to pull her to him straight off and squeeze her tightly in his embrace from behind.
"Didn't I hurt you," he concerned himself with the intensity of the salvage activity they went through excellently and successfully, though, seemed the bed would crash.
"Hmm, did I sound like that?"
"To your neighbors, probably yes, as if being tortured ruthlessly. They must have called the police," he had to release her few inches, since his assumption made her shake with laughter to muffle it into a pillow.
"If so, I'm unable... to walk to the door... Could you, please, open it. Show them your badge, explaining I'm more than safe with you."
"Okay. But fuck them..."
"No, this treat is for me exclusively..." thus, running on fumes, they both chuckled in silly delight and shortly after, still holding each other, unnoticeably dropped into peaceful happy sleep.