Flight

His balls are warm. Tucked cozy and safe inside his pyjamas. There is the slightest sliver of early morning sun peeking through a small gap in the bedroom curtains. It illuminates his calm, sleeping face just enough for me to admire the soft curve of his full lips and the long, enviable eyelashes lining his closed eyes. I also see a different kind of peak sitting just above those warm, cozy balls. Concealed beneath the white coloured, feather filled duvet, the hint of a mountain blanketed in snow. I am also under the blanket, naked and wet, having already masturbated twice. 

I’ve been watching him snore gently, like a kitten. I’ve been watching his bare torso move and undulate in the throes of sleep. Watching the rise and fall of his wide chest, the smattering of blonde chest hair now glowing in the encroaching morning light. I’ve been waiting for the first sign of dawn for my hands to find him and they do so easily. They are not quite as warm as his balls, and I feel them retreat ever so slightly as I cup them with one hand and use the other to wrap my fingers firmly around his semi hard shaft. I give the lightest squeeze to both, and he barely stirs so I squeeze a little harder. I feel him swell and the pendulum-like scrotum tighten. 

Eyes still closed, I can see a hint of a smile creeping across his relaxed face. Keeping one hand on his cock, I use the other to slowly pull away the blanket, a curtain revealing a new piece of artwork at a fancy downtown gallery. I release his growing erection now but only to help my other hand tug down the waistband of his blue flannel pants to finally reveal the real show. He is hard and looks delicious as always, the warmth of his sex and that light intoxicating musky scent feels like a caress on my face. I position myself close enough to run my tongue from the very bottom of his cock right to the top where I lick and swirl, my eyes never leaving his face.

Slowly his eyes begin to open and immediately meet mine. They laze over me with the languid desire of a male lion, movements slowed by an imaginary Sahara heat. The first pearls of cum have already appeared and I suck and lick at them, drink their saltiness like a thirsty lioness. Small murmurs start escaping his mouth and I wish there was a way to taste his cock and mouth at the same time. My teeth accidently graze his precious flesh. He moans loudly, bringing his hand to the back of my head. I feel his weight shift and I press his hips into the bed to stop him thrusting. 

I break contact and he lets out a cry of protest. My clit is throbbing for him, so I mount him without allowing him to enter, and begin to slide back and forth on his engorged cock, smacking his hands away from my hips. I alternate between hard and light pressure, fast and slow. The rhythm ascending then descending. I allow him to force two of his fingers inside my eager mouth and I suck and nibble on them, bathing his cock in my juices as I glide it along my cunt. Like a bucking horse suddenly gone wild, he rears his hips up and almost enters me. Just his tip is enough to make me come and the orgasm shakes through me, rolling my eyes back. I feel my vulva contract as he again tries to enter me but instead, I lift myself up on shaky legs and use what little strength I have left to roll him over onto his stomach. I give his ass the hardest smack I can muster before jumping out the bed and heading to the shower.

“What the fuck?” he calls after me.

I leave him breathless and frustrated.

“Better hurry or you’ll miss your flight!” I shout behind me.

~~~

In the bathroom, I quickly pee then hop into the shower. As usual, his dark blonde pubes are on my bar of honey coconut soap and he’s used most of my moisture rich shampoo. I should be annoyed but I like that as a couple we smell like each other—I bought us matching bottles of an expensive unisex vanilla fragrance we like. We don’t even need to touch to find each other’s scent. By the afternoon I will be ravenous to tease him but he’ll be in Los Angeles and I’ll be missing finding his ball hair on my stuff. 

He has such hairy balls. I find it hilarious. A few hours after our first date we drove in his car and parked in a clearing next to a duck pond in an enormous park. I teased him with my fingertips, tracing his lips, working open the first few buttons on his shirt as we made out and then finally, nimbly unzipping his jeans. My mouth was so busy charming that snake of his that when one of his pubes got stuck between my teeth I got a shock. Enough of a shock to pull back and then burst into giggles as those same dick pleasing fingers tried to pry the hair out. When I finally did, his hands were all over me again, pulling me towards him, begging me to keep going, but instead of desire I was now full of mischief and I jumped out the car to make him chase me through the park, his pants still undone, much to the alarm of some picnickers. We decided it would be wise to play our games in private from then on and we both love to play. Well I certainly do anyway. The secret of course was never letting him know when I was going to let him finish. 

~~~

“Have you got everything?” I ask as he dashes semi-frantic, the way he always does, when he thinks he might be late. His suitcase and carry-on sit near the front door, blending into the dark wooden floorboards. 

“Wallet, passport, keys…” he tells me, “Wait, I forgot one thing.” 

He approaches confidently then grabs me hard by the wrists, lifting my arms above my head. Pressing me against our hallway wall he crushes his pillowy, wanting lips against mine. I meet his pressure with my own lips, sliding my hot tongue between his teeth. He accepts it willingly and we gorge ourselves on each other’s hungry mouths. If we keep going like this he really will miss his flight. I try to push him away despite our size difference. He looms over me grinning, a whole head height between us. His grip eases slightly on my wrists and I wriggle them free to run one hand through his manicured, curling hair which I give a little tug. Just enough to make him softly yelp. I can’t help but giggle. He tries to catch my small wrists again but I’m already moving.  

“Don’t forget these.” I say sliding my damp panties over my jutting hips, pressing them against his face so he can breathe me in. He takes a deep inhale of my pussy. I snatch the pink satin knickers out of his hand and shove them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Better get going,” I say, dodging out of his way as he tries to grab me by the waist.

“Another kiss,” he demands.

I spin around to face him again, clamping my hand over the lower part of his face.

“No kissing until you’re back.” I say firmly. “Now off you go, you don’t want to miss your flight.”

He growls low and grabs me again from behind pressing his groin against my ass. He is hard and only his jeans and the light fabric of my long white t-shirt is keeping us apart. His fingers are in my mouth again, his other hand pulls my shirt up towards my waist exposing my small triangle of soft brown pubic hair. His fingers find the pearl of my clit easily then they find their way inside and for a moment I am like a prized fish, held and trapped by a proud fisherman. He tries to spin me around and I use it as a chance to escape.

“Nope.” I say firmly, again opening the front door wide. 

He is panting now, his clothes dishevelled, cheeks flushed with annoyance and desire.

“What the fuck are you trying to do to me?” Hands on his hips, he licks my lightly creamy slickness from his fingers.

“You’ll miss your flight.” I say coyly.

Then I kick him out. With an exasperated look he trundles his bags out the door and then stands there half expecting to be resummoned. Eyes twinkling, I quickly flash him my naked breasts before slamming the door.

Photo by Marcela Bicalho Andrade