The way he looked at me seemed to touch every part of me, even my soul and it made me cry. Wrapping myself around his body that still held the heat of from out lovemaking I wanted to do it all over again, but he just smiles that lazy smile of his as his eyes encouraged me. Starting at his lips, I kissed him as if I was trying to drink his soul along with my tears. Parting my lips sending my tongue in between his lips we danced licking and sucking at each other tongue. With an intensity that was just on the edge of pain and pleasure.
With him, underneath me, I slide slowly down his body sipping his essence, the scent, the feel and the taste of him. All the while rubbing my body against his further blurring the line between us and I reached my destination. Positioning myself between his legs, I looked into his eyes and the smile had vanished. To be replaced with lips that were whispering my name that felt was like a caress from the inside out. Laying my face on his left thigh with his cock against my lips, I started to masturbate stroking my clit with my eyes closed as my lips lock onto the skin of his swollen hard cock. Moving up and down his meaty staff with my mouth as I pleasured myself with tears still dripping from my closed eyes, at that moment I was in heaven and dying at the same time. Then I heard the call of my orgasm and knew that he was not far behind. Release my hold on his cock, I sucked the head into my mouth and down my throat and held him there. Then with a jerk of his body that lifted me off the bed but not from my purchase. I held on as thick, almost hot cum released into me feeding my tears and my need. All that I could not swallow long thin ribbons of his sweet, salty cum escaping from the corners of my mouth I release his cock with a pop for my mouth, to drip down onto the bed and on me. As I went on to my knees still between his legs releasing his cock with a pop from my mouth, I started to rub the escaping droplet into my skin where ever they fell, and I found them. I was thirsty, and I had to drink every drop of him in whatever way was possible. I couldn't only imagine how I looked to him between his legs his cock still send spirts of cum into the air and on me as I bathe in it.
I opened my eyes still heavy with tears and looked at him. I let him see all knowing how it would end.
Saying nothing I just shook my head send my hair flying around my head like a dark cloud to hide and to let the tears flow...
He pulled me up to his body and into his arms as he rolled us over placing me under him. Pushing my hair out of my face as he looked down at me causing me to feel shy...no unsure.
"Beautiful tears...," he whispered kissing my forehead, my eyes, nose, and lips lingering with each kiss. Then he slid his cock deep into me, and I arched my back to take more of him in. I wanted this never to end, wrapping myself around him I trying to bring closer to me, to do the impossible to make us one.
Taking me with him, he sat up with me in his lap encouraging me to ride him as he kissed away my tears. Whispering beautiful tears over and over as I closed my eyes and let my orgasm take him and me.
We went from the bed to the wall where we fucked with an urgency that would leave bruises. No longer whispering as he held me a willing captive between him and the wall as he rammed his body deeper into mine with each thrust of his hips.
Just as I thought my heart would stop and I lost sight of the world we came and ended up as a moving gyrating mass on the floor. Putting my legs up over his shoulders he hammered into me as I screamed over and over again words that I had no longer had rights even to say.
"Love... Open your eyes... Please!"
I opened my eyes saw everything that I had wanted and hoped for looking back at me, and my heart soared just as my orgasm crashed into me sending me to the stars.
Hours later I woke to find myself in bed and the room same as it was when I had gone to bed. No pillows or bedding on the floor or the scent of sex in the air. No, not again falling back onto the bed I closed my eyes letting the tears flow as it all came back to me. The two men at my door and the look on their faces the sorrow and a breath of guilt as fell to my knees. Pushing that vision away, and reaching out to him, knowing that he would be there to kiss away my tears as he had done before leaving.
"Love... such beautiful tears... he had whispered to me the last time he held me, and I was crying then as am crying now...
Sleep wrapped its gentle arms around me, and in it, he was there whispering and loving me...beautiful tears and all.
Adam Zuniga: Beautiful Tears