The Gladiolus

Ryan Lynch and Kristain James

 
I let the door close behind me as I stand in the bedroom watching the figure on my sofa sleep ever so peacefully. I feel a tiny sting on my tongue, but I push the ache away and just gulp the blood. The man lays all spread in the form of an x, face turned away from me. I don’t need to watch his face to know that it is the face the one I adore. His is one of those u never forget. Eyes sharp with knowledge, showing the wildness of his soul.

As I slip closer to the bedside, I can see his red ruby-earring sparkle in the dim light of a candle. Ruby is the second hardest of stones after diamonds. this guy is just like the ruby; this chab is hard, but this guy is not unbreakable. I know his weak points. Yet he has entrusted the rest of his life into my hands.

A white sheet covers my lover’s body, caressing every curve and every muscle. The sheet barely covers his crotch… The trail of hair that begins from his bellybutton runs below the sheet and attracts my eye like always. I know that route so well. one more sting brings me back to the specific occasion.

I take my raiment off, yet I not at any time let my eyes leave the body of my lover. Even when I’m in my birth-suit I still hesitate to break the serenity of the moment, knowing that it will be eternally lost after I make my next move. I allow myself to linger in this pleasing torturous glimpse of time for little while longer.

My paramour must sense my presence as this guy turns his face towards me; eyes still closed, not revealing if that guy is awake or still asleep. I watch from above as he moves his hand to his shaft, letting his fingers take a tight grip around it then move up and down with the silky fabric of the sheet separating skin from skin.

I see in silence as my man pleases himself in front of me, making me burn too. I smack the blood in my face hole once more. I savour the taste for longer this time.

Finally, when I can’t expect any longer, I land my body on top of him with a scarcely any calculated moves, framing his thighs with my legs. I allow the sheet to move from between us exposing greater amount of his hardness, more of the treasure I crave. I poke away the hands trying to crawl into contact with my body and tie them up with a silk tie above his head. His eyes not at any time open. ‘Show me those bright ones…’

I lean my body into almost full contact to his, yet keep our nipps from touching each other. His chest arches up slightly, making his abdomen ripple in a vehement wave. I stare down at this work of wonder, being teased just as much as this guy is. I rock my thighs slightly and cause him to groan out loud. A moan escapes my lips as well when a thorn rips an even larger wound inside my throat. ‘Open these eyes for me…’

Leaning on my left hand I take the rose out of my mouth with the right one. I move my lips to his, planting kiss out of a force. ‘Can u smack a hint of my blood? Open your eyes, babe…’

I place the stem of the rose between my hand and the skin of his chest, letting the thorns sting us both. ‘Open…’

I begin to roll the stem on his skin, making the thorns penetrate it and causing us both to bleed some greater amount. ‘I want to watch your magnetic eyes…’

I lift the rose up anew and lick the small puncture wounds the thorns caused, our blood mixed together. ‘Still no sight of your eyes?’

I touch the end of the stem with my tongue and discover it hard and sharp – a ideal pen to write a love letter with. The first curve I draw with it on his still-intact skin brings out the red again, making him shiver now. ‘Open your eyes, love…’

I move on to the next letter, then the next and the next… Till…

I discover his gaze and his lids flutter with passion – and pain. I turn the rose around and wipe away the blood with its red petals while I rock my hips against his and make the stinging vanish with joy. His eyes roll around with the different kind of sensual stimulation I suggest now.

Without a warning this chab turns into a hard statue betwixt my legs until this chab slides inside me. I never stop the rocking movement until our bodies melt into an almost liquid form. I melt together with him. Our bodies tangle together, joined by each possible part, sharing the pain, the pleasure and the closeness together.

“Happy Birthday my love.” I’m still catching my breath.

“Thank u dear. Can you now take the rose out from between us? Please?” A familiar, sarcastic tone responds equally breathless.

“I love you.”