Heart Song

Heart Song

My eyes struggle to focus on her fully as the lights behind her dance chaotically. I am looking at what feels like a holograph of a beautiful model through a crowd of bodies as the lights run through the rainbow. Her curly hair hang heavy down her shoulders and stops near the top of her full jeans. Her toned muscles flex as she sways to the song and raises her arms into the air as if reaching for something above her. Her eyes are closed as a gentle smile settles softly on her face.

She opens her eyes.

I lock eyes with her as best I can, still struggling to truly see her. I smile and nod, as my heart becomes a small, fluttering bird. She smiles more fully and beckons me over. I take a deep breath and do my best to maintain a smile.

I stumble towards her avoiding the mess of other bodies and trying to fully see her movements. I want to get in tune with her, not the music. I want to move my body with her, through her, and inside of her.

She reaches out a hand and I offer a sweaty palm. I finally step closer and begin to sway, moving my hips in rhythm to hers. She steps back and I step forward. She drops down and I nearly follow before realizing her plan.

She presses herself against me, her mouth at my waist as she bounces back up from a deep squat and slithers up to me.

Face to face.

Her eyes flash between black, blue, green, white, and red as the lights make her ethereal once more.

"Loosen up, let me see you move", she says with a smile and air of seriousness in her voice.

"Sorry, I am still learning this song", I blurt out, as it seems a decent enough excuse for my nervousness in this moment.

"You are too nice. Stop apologizing and just move."

I nearly say sorry once more but stop myself. I chuckle and put a hand on the small of her back. I pull her closer, feeling her breasts press against my pecs in a way that finally makes her real. I lean down and let my nose be filled with her rose perfume and sweat.

I let my hand slip down further, feeling the firmness and warmth of her ass. I let my mind begin to wonder what it would feel like for our bodies to be this close without any barriers. She rests her hands on my bicep and chest, letting me lead our swaying and movement. The music drifts into a soothing beat like a slow heart.

The house music wraps around us and I briefly look about to see that most of the room had slowed too. Couples, friends, and probably some strangers, are holding one another in intimate embraces. Some grind back to front while holding each other and swaying their hips in tune to their desires. Others have lost the music entirely to passionately kiss and seek more from each other.

She looks up at me and smiles as her eyes flash like a kaleidoscope once more, "After the next one?"

I nearly ask what she means before the thought clicks. I nod and smile too, before reaching my hand down to cup her chin. I pull her head slightly up and lock eyes with her. I linger like that for a second more before taking a full taste of her lips and a brief sampling of her tongue.

Our mouths linger together before she pulls back with a smile. We return to our embraced dance, bouncing to the rhythmic bass and soothing house music.

As the song finally ends, she glides through the crowd as I weave around, under, and over the mess of people. The walk to my hotel is thankfully short and pleasantly quiet. I hold my tongue from saying anything foolish and her eyes scan the sights of the nighttime. Cabs pass by with couples tangled together in the back seats, there are silhouettes of bodies in apartments coming together, and people holding hands on the sidewalk while sharing hungry looks between themselves.

I open the door to the room and feel my skin rise from the cold, air conditioned room. She drifts into the room, her feet barely touching the ground and her hand caressing my chest as she passes me.

"Are you thirst or anything?" I say hoarsely before clearing my throat and asking again.

She falls backwards onto the bed, not turning on any lights, and replies, "No, I can wait."

I stand in the light of the hallway that spills into the room, trying again to see her fully. Her hair lays like a halo around her and her body barely sinks into the bed. I finally close the door, take my shoes off, and saunter over to her. I pause and grab my phone from my pocket, pressing play on a soft piano playlist that fills my mind with peace. I toss the phone aside and even in the dim light can see a curious expression on her face.

"That isn't the kind of music I expected."

"Well, I want something that adds to the experience, not distracts us."

I lean down and grip her waist, before pressing my mouth to the warm center of her jeans and kiss gently through the thick fabric.

She giggles, "It works better when they are off."

"I know, but a bit of foreplay never hurt anyone, right?"

She says nothing and begins unbuttoning her own pants as I do the same and take my sweat-damp shirt off, feeling my skin prick up once more in the cold room. We are barely visible in the light slipping underneath the heavy door and through the hotel window. The city's lights are sporadic, uneven, and messy.

I feel her hand grab my mine and guide me to her exposed breasts as I realize the speed with which she fully undressed. I press my naked body against hers, feeling her heat radiate and push back against my cold skin. She spreads her legs apart and I flex my abdomen to hover above her for a moment, feeling my cock brush against the lips of her exposed pussy. I twitch excitedly and hold myself there, one hand cupping her breast, as the other reaches up into her hair. I find her lips and sink into them, tasting her like fresh water from a spring.

We kiss slow and deep, our tongues flicking in and out before she bites my lip and I bite back. Her body becomes more solid and hot under me, drawing my skin even closer as I crave the warmth. I feel the primal urge to impale her. To thrust deep into her. To hold her under me. To rush and ram and fuck.

But I pull back.

I loosen my hand from her hair and instead guide my tongue down between her breasts, along her stomach, kiss her belly button, and then find the wet source of heat I am dying for. I use my hands to push her legs further apart before wrapping one hand around her ass and pulling her legs tight around my head with the other, letting her fully envelope me. I taste her lips and clit with a deep sigh, licking with a gentle, wide tongue to cover every part with my saliva. I search in between her lips and up towards her clit, tasting her and exploring every side. As her legs begin to shift and her back arches, I pull her even closer, not letting her drift away from me. I continue my exploration until my pointed tongue finds the side that makes her moan and grip my hair in two, strong handfuls. She holds my head as I hold her legs and back, neither of us letting the other escape or shift from this position.

My tongue dances to the rhythm of her breath and heart. The music begins to build and I can feel each note of her body pulse against me. I press a bit harder, my tongue seeking to feel her life force even more. She pulls on my hair harder and squeezes her quads, forcing my mouth in more into her. Finally, as the music crashes at the top of a climb, so too does her body. She lets out a vibrant, throaty moan and then bucks downwards, melting a bit into the bed and becoming spectral in my eyes as I peek up at her. The city lights bathe her form in a mix of rushing past sirens, car headlights, and soft orange glows.

Her hands faintly grasp at my shoulders and I move forward, heeding her call. I settle once more with a hand wrapped in her silk curls that hold no permanent color to me. I slide my cool hand to caress her back and feel her heat push against me as my legs mount the bed and rest between hers. I kiss her with a hungry fervor and bend my body to line myself up with her once more. She pulls away from my lips and begins to adorn my neck with the brands of her fiery kisses. I slide into her, my head and shaft reveling in her wet warmth. As I push all the way in my cock stretches her to embrace me fully. She lets out a small moan and her body vibrates against me. Her heat fights back the chill of the air and I feel myself slip into her rhythm once more. I thrust slow and deep, wanting to feel every inch of her and for her to feel every pulse I make inside of her. My head feels unbearable, so I rest my face into her hair and my senses become drunk off the blanket of rose she wears.

As I feel her loosen around me, I quicken my thrusts slightly so that her music becomes wet and primal. I take her neck in mouth, biting playfully and kissing with my own rising heat. Her nails find purchase in my back and she seems intent on pulling my body towards her.

Past the point of skin.

As I continue to thrust, I shift my body and use one hand to gently find the place my tongue had uncovered. I massage her in tune with her breath once more and hold a steady pass of fucking. I can feel my body becoming tight, my legs flexing with anticipation, my core radiating my own fire, and my cock becoming desperate for the deepest part of her.

I lift my head as she maneuvers to look into my eyes, "Don't hold back. I won't be here forever."

I blink with confusion and then kiss her before my thinking mind breaks me from this trance. I can hear her music swelling once more and I close my eyes to turn my focus onto my own song. I can hear my heart in my head, throat, chest, stomach, and cock. I let the tension from my legs shift into my true desire. I focus on every part of our body that is touching: from my head and her hair, to our burning chests, to our eager hips, my rigid cock, and her soaking, velvet pussy.

Then, I feel the breaking of my will and surrender to my body's shudders. I pull her even closer and thrust with might deep inside, holding her still with me as our hearts beat against each other. I feel the eruption of my cock fill her completely and a new level of heat engulfs both our bodies. I continue the movements of my hand frantically and she bites onto my shoulder as her own music crescendos once more. I feel her pussy clamp onto me as best she can, which spills our ambrosia onto the mattress under us. I slow my pace, but continue my hand and thrusts as gently as I can. I feel her body lose tension and cling to me with a heaviness of exhaustion. After another minute or so, I finally move both hands to prop myself up to look at her. I can finally see her with perfect clarity.

"See what happens when you get out of your head?" she whispers with a coy smile.