The hair on his legs was fuzzy, soft, like peaches

It made me excited feeling how he groaned in my ear

So hungry

His breath felt moist as he kissed and nibbled at my neck

and collarbone -

The possessive and exploring grip of his giant hands upon 

my breasts made me feel like he was claiming me

And I wanted to be his

I wanted to feel his body feel good as he did what he wanted to me

- what he needed

- and, what I needed...

It was the stuff of my fantasies.

… and then…

He was speaking to me

And then he pulled away because I didn’t hear him.  

He looked at me, I looked back, my eyes wide

Confused.  Panicked.  Did I do something wrong?

His brow furrowed.  I could sense his concern

Affection.  

His lips moved

I can halfway make out what he was saying 

The beating of my heart - so loud. 

Anxiety in my mind - thunderously distracting
I squint at his face; trying to read him.

***

Being hard of hearing turns other people into books

Books of mannerisms, body language, expressions,

repeated patterns converge into a kind of voice

But sometimes I can’t always see or comprehend what they are trying to say

Sometimes the dialect is too strange,  all I have is context or subtext.  

... so just pretty squiggles… movements, expressions...

***

Sabrina.

.... he said my name.  

I nod.  I smile.

I’m afraid to speak cos my voice has turned partners off before

Too telling of how impaired I am.

How different.

I can’t speak for him. 

Not now.

Not here.

With him between my legs.

Not if I want him.

And fuuuck do I want this man... 

Thankfully, he’s kissing me again.

And everything feels perfect.

I try to tell him with my body that yes, I want this, yes!! I truly want this

Putting enough passion in my kiss, till I feel his fuzzy legs against my thighs

I involuntarily make a sound, a moan

- into his mouth and feel his growl so deep 

and vibrate against my skin.

like echo-quakes of his arousal

rippling into me...

... I wonder if I should moan again?

Mmm.... so, I do, and yes, he did growl again

Fuuuuck...

He slips off my shirt, bra

My nipples are hard, eager, sensitive,

and being so exposed to his dark, vulnerable gaze

Makes my body break out in goosebumps and 

Shivers.  He looks up at me I nod at him fiercely, "Yes," I chance a whisper.

He smiles so big, the risk was worth it.

I watch him as he wiggles out of his clothes completely

He's giddy, so beautifully happy, I feel I can taste his jubilation.

His joy makes my folds wet, and my clit hard and throbbing

Fuuuck... he's gorgeous...

I follow suit and slip my panties off

and rise the skirt up before he’s there again

... Between my legs.  

So hungry

So happy

So hard

It’s always awkward feeling them go in.

Cos they all are different sizes

Tonight,  who I am with... Mmm...

(Yes, I remember his name, but I want that detail just for me.)

He is thick and long enough to hit that spot inside me

Right within the first couple of thrusts.

It's such a bright pleasure.

Combined with the pressure

of his body weight slapping against mine

Eager, insistent, hungry -

Ravenous...

I don’t want this over too soon. 

So, I clamp my legs around him and grip his arms

He pauses, looks a question at me

I smirk, hopefully, it comes across as seductive?

Then wiggle my weight

Wiggle and turn, rollover

The startled impressed look on his face is worth it

Yeah, I’m stronger than I look

And I lift my skirt off completely

And begin to ride

Slowly.

I want him to melt like the candlewax pale of his skin

Melt inside me and drip out of me for hours

Til it solidifies sticky and cold on my cocoa brown skin

My slowly grinding circles have my mind sparkling with 

The beginning of those climax fireworks

His hands are gripping the bed sheets

I speed up. 

I can’t help the noises slipping out of me now

Faster

Faster

Faster

Swirl, swirl, swirl 

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Bucking as he writhes.  

So wild 

Primal

Passionate

And suddenly...

I grip down everything on him 

And hold.

Clenched.

Gasping.

He's spasming. 

Trembling.

Back arched.

I feel like I hear my name as a distant cry on his lips.

Like a prayer

Like grateful praise, that I can hear

as a blessing amongst the distance and mumble-mute noise

picked up by my ears despite the loud of my mind. And my senses.

Wrung out

Gawd, how I came

How he came

So. Fucking. Hard.

I flop down  on his sweat-slick chest

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck... So. Amazing!!

He reaches to tip my chin up to look at him,

Kisses my forehead

I smile and  cuddle into the puddle of him

Listen to the vibrations of his heartbeat

like a percussion lullaby of aortic drummers

And how it slows to a resting lullaby pattern that tells me he is asleep.  

His soft cock having flopped out of me

With his drooling cum waxing into mine

So sticky and warm

I awkwardly reach for the blanket or sheet to cover our bodies 

To give us more warmth

And as I pull the blanket over us 

I feel his arms wrap around me in a hug and then move positions

semi-smoothly but with a strained, awkward huff or two of his breathing

Until we are so sweetly spooned

That I swear to you

I dreamt of oceans...

..... made of ice cream…

Mmm...