Endings In Autumn...

Autumn,

That time of the year when winter sheds off and all that remains is the dead life hanging around. Parched leaves in shades of yellow, tangerines and browns. The air too feels cold when the moon starts to wander in those dark skies. The twigs and branches being the only highlight on those trees marks the promise of yet another season.

However, in that same autumn bloom, somewhere two hearts were segregating. Breaking down and departing like they were meant to be apart for the time to come. The room was dimly lit with the last streak of sunshine. The shadows glistening over the naked skin as the closed room was starting to heat up with the moans of desires that escaped through their lips.

He pulled her towards himself, as she was settled over his abdomen. Eyes hazy like fog covering the dark night, her skin painted crimson red complimenting the smudged color near her lips, the softness of her skin being imprinted with his fingers on her waist, and the tousled hairs falling over the expanse of her unblemished skin. The moans that escaped through her lips were like a rhythm, urging him to keep going. The way her body swayed, with her eyes pressed shut, and hands wandering over his chest constantly searching for a support was everything that made him insane. He wanted more of this, he wanted to devour this moment, write it over his heart and mind to never forget how it felt like to have her near him.

His hands slow in motion, as if he was gently pressing the keys of a piano as he swiftly laid her below him. He was wandering over her, they weren’t starting this soon enough. They were testing the waters, if it was safe to drown, if it was okay even if they drown in this together. She had her eyes on him, and he kept his on hers. They were gazing at each other like they were a work of art. The Magnum Opus to an artist, the one which doesn’t need words to express but yet needs to be kept safe in the mind. As vivid as possible.

“You sure? You want this?” his voice made her lift herself from the bed, an elbow resting over the soft surface and the other reaching for his face as her fingers danced over his face, descending down slowly while her lips captured his, tasting blood that oozed out after her teeth left a scar there. The one she knows he will treasure.

“Understood”

He smiled, voicing out. She smirked as she was back on the bed, presenting herself to her lover. The lover who won’t be hers after this moment sink down in history. She wanted to savor this taste on her lips for the longest time possible. It was like speaking anything will ruin that taste even the slightest bit.

His hands wandered over her belly, as his lips were leaving behind soft kisses starting from the expanse of her neck. He left a satiated grin after he leaned back just for a moment as he left a purple spot near her collarbone. His hands forever wandering over her naked skin, his lips covering every inch of her skin with the wetness of his kisses. He held her like she was made of glass, too easy to break even with the slightest touch. Once he hand descended down, he took a look at her.

She was already a moaning mess, and he loved it for he was the reason why she was in such a state. Her eyes wandered for a moment as she caught him staring, while she left out a yelp as she felt his hands near her sensitive area. One hand pinching the softness of her bossom and the other gazing below. She had her eyes rolled back while a deep moan filled the sexual tension building around them.

“You sure know how to love me well” she blurted out as she was arching her back while his fingers left a sense of oversensitivity deep onto her system.

“I….” he watched her moan his name out. The sound growing while he was playing with her in the best way he can. He loved this, seeing her ruined under the palm of his hands. His fingers destroying her sanity.

He knew she was close, and that was when he replaced his fingers with his throbbing member. Slowly gazing her entrance as he left a trail of kisses down her neck ending right above her sweet spot. She was asking for more, moaning for the touch as he carefully sank down her sweet cavern.

“I love you…ah…”

Her words left her lips the moment she felt him inside. The walls being tough, as he felt her eyes watering. His thumb slowly grazed her tears away while his lips captured hers once again. He stayed put, while knowing how patience was the game. He loved her, and that consisted being gentle even if it meant holding onto himself even if his desires were raging high on his hormones.

“Please…hmm…move”

“You sure?” his words ever so gentle as he pressed a soft kiss over her forehead, he could feel her nod while nodded back

With his lips capturing hers for one last time, the pace kept slow he stared at the girl who took away all his “firsts” in love. He watched her expressions, the way she dug her nails onto his back as her lips were left apart. The rush of blood over her cheeks with her hairs left stranded over the pillow. He held her face softly in his hold as he moved with a constant pace, his eyes never leaving her sight. She looked the prettiest as of now, and it was the exact same image which he built within his mind whenever he was thinking of the first time, he would make love to her. this was finally happening and this was the best thing he ever experienced.

“Look at me…hmm?”

She nodded while her eyes fluttered open. The face slowly exceeding and he knows she was climbing onto the heights of desire along with him.

“I love you” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she left out a deep moan into the air.

They were close, they knew, they were slowly climbing down from their highs, while he took her lips in between his and never let it go until they laid next to each other exhausted. She was breathing heavily into the silence of the night. The room lit well by the moonlight now, with the curtains moving along with the flow of the wind.

“This was the best first I had” she whispered after a moment of silence.

“I will clean you up”

He walked back inside the washroom only to return with a wet towel in his hand. She smiled with her eyes hooded as he smiled warmly. Carefully, he pressed the towel near her thighs while his eyes caught how tempting she looked. He wanted to feel this again, alas! He knew this would be the last and first time.

“Why did you give your first to me?” he whispered into the death of the night.

Her eyes caught his silhouette even in the dark as she smiled, a lively one which tug at his heartstrings in the best way possible.

“I wanted to make “love” with you rather than have “sex””

He smiled as he joined her in bed and immediately pulled her closer. She buried her head onto his chest as his heartbeats started to cradle her to sleep. This was surely the very last time, they knew yet; this moment was like that old fine wine which people seek for.

“I love you”

“Always and forever”

He heard her say, he remembers it clearly; but that doesn’t make his reality less real. The only thing that was left behind was the pendant which he chose for her when he gave her a promise to break one day.

A sigh escaped into the cold ambiance of the room with the death of his beloved story.