THE ENCOUNTER

Christine had not been able to keep her composure under control throughout the evening. She had spent the better part of it ensconced in the armchair, a glossy magazine spread over her curled laps as her petite frame balled itself into the soft leather covering the chair cushions. The TV was on, and on the screen, some talk show was going on. A panel of women was discussing something that Christine wasn’t exactly listening to. The incessant chatter of the women was drowned by the staccato rhythm of her heat as it beat faster than usual beneath the calcium and cartilage shelter of her rib cage.

She could feel the tempo rise slowly from her chest and reverberate in soft ripples over her body; raising every fibre of hair, and settle quietly with a cold tingle on the tip of the toenail of her little toe.

She had sat in the chair, her lips pursed into a whisker of a smile that was barely evident, as she thought of Eli and imagined the things he would do to her body when came that night. Only he was able to put her in that mood. She had never felt that swarm of goodness, that rush of pleasure with anyone else before. It was wild, it was soft. It was fire, it was water. It was caged, it was free. It was like a wave crashing violently against a rocky shore, permeating every crack and crevice of every stone and then receding slowly into the sun-kissed sea.

Only he made her feel that way. And when he had rung the bell that evening, her heart had skipped several beats and gone completely out of rhythm. What had been the soft, rhythmic thudding in her chest while she sat on the armchair looking emptily at the TV and lost in her thoughts was now a wild symphony of a hundred drums beating out of control, each one trying to drown out the other.

And now he had just laid down beside her, his naked body beside hers. She had her back to him. She had been lying, facing the wall not looking at him. Seeing him naked would have driven her crazy. But today she did not want to go crazy. She wanted to drink every drop from that cup of nectar he was going to pour out of his being. She felt parched, almost as if the hot, unending sandy dunes of solitude had somehow covered her in a millennial sandstorm. And now she was at the oasis and all she wanted was to immerse herself slowly into those waters that would give her life again. Eli was her rebirth. And he was here.

She was pointlessly wearing her bra and panties. She had worn the black ones that Eli liked. She knew they would be off soon, but he liked taking them off himself. She liked to feel him fumble with the strap, as he struggled to take them off while he kissed her.
She felt him inch closer to her. She could feel his warm, moist breath as he began kissing the back of her neck. She felt the warmth of a calm quake radiate slowly from the back of her neck to the rest of the body. She intertwined her legs with his while his tongue moved from her nape to her ear.

“Oh Lord,” she whispered softly as his tongue moved around her lobe, soft like satin.

She could feel his muscular frame against hers. He was tall and slender, almost twice her size, with the sinew of every one of his muscles, chiselled onto his lean frame. She sent her left hand round behind her and felt his body, her hand running up and down his hairy leg. She felt the strands of his hair scrape against the palm of her hands like the tall grass in a meadow. She could feel his body turn warmer and she could feel it tremble softly as his taut and erect manhood dug into her lower back.

He sent his left arm around her, under her bra and cupped her right breast as he gently spun her around and kiss her on the mouth. She kissed the honey of his soft lips enthusiastically as she held his upper jaw with her right hand. He had the softest lips. His large hands cupped her full breast and squeezed it gently moving back and forth over the hardened breast while her nipple got caught between his middle and index fingers.

In one synchronised movement, they both rolled across the bed and now he was atop her. His mouth moved from her lips and traipsed down slowly towards her navel as he pushed her bra above her head.

There would be no fumbling with the strap tonight.

His tongue moved about her navel for a bit longer leaving a little tickle with every slide. Then it moved up to her breast and the minute the tip of his tongue touched her nipple she felt herself breaking at the cracks as the fountain of pleasures buried under her chest started bursting at the seams. When his mouth fully covered her nipple, the fountain burst and everything she felt at that moment was expressed in the “oouuhh” that she croaked as she held his head tight while he moved from one breast to the other, orchestrating his symphony with surgical precision.

“Oh bebe, c’est si bon.” She gasped.

It was too much. She could feel the raging tornado inside her grow stronger and stronger and ultimately billow out of her body in the warm moistness pouring between her legs. She caressed his back lovingly with her right hand while the left hand slid down between his body and hers, part her lips and play with her clitoris in desperate attempt to let the tornado ooze out so she could feel like she had all her senses together once more.

Eli felt her as she did this and moved his body slightly up towards her, his head slightly away from hers. She tilted her head back desperate to taste his soft lips again and feel his tongue in her mouth as it painted a story of heated passion on the walls of her palate. His penis now rested on her stomach between her pubis and navel, while his pouch hung over moistness. He pressed on her clitoris and felt her wetness all over his sack.

She reached for his pouch and squeezed it gently. She knew he liked that and she heard him squirm in pleasure as she did so. Then her hand moved up gently and grabbed his shaft. She needed it. She wanted it more than anything. She felt like a pilgrim in a foreign land, close to the object of her quest; her salvation from the madness that was overtaking her held firmly in her hand. She had never needed anything like this before.

She guided him slowly as he slid into her. Instantly she felt it. That feeling of a medicinal balm on a wound. That indescribable pleasure akin, they say, to seeing the face of heaven. She felt him slide in and out, and in and out. And in and out. She writhed in pleasure like a wounded snake as she tried to kiss every part of his body accessible to her. His torso, his neck, his arm aside her. But she couldn’t focus. She felt her pubis rise like yeast as it baked with the pleasure that he put inside her with every stroke as they swam in the pool of bedsheets.

And then it happened; that magical moment. The volcano inside of her erupted as his did too. She heard him grunt as one of his legs started trembling. She felt like she was in a half-remembered dream. All her senses dulled instantly and for a few seconds, she didn’t know where she was. All she felt was the electricity escaping her body as she screamed loudly while her body became stiff and then slowly began to loosen up again.

Her heart was beating out of control as her chest heaved up and down in synch with Eli’s who was lying atop her.

He remained there, inside her his being intertwined with hers through that physical funnel as the last of the pleasure radiated away from both their bodies. Then he shifted his weight from her body, pulling himself out of her and lying beside her, holding her in his arms, their eyes locked together, neither speaking but each understanding one thing; that moment belonged to them.