Careless Whispers
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I watched him beneath me, a breath away from the tender warm flesh glistening with sweat and the taint of our first coupling. This was the second one tonight. I was hungry and only he could satiate me. I listened to his breaths; his quick and rhythmic panting as I continued to tease the skin with light kisses. He tasted as any male would. The heat oozed off his body and mingled with his very aura. The heat, the musk... I loved it. I loved every moment of it. I loved his cries as I touched his skin with mere fingertips. With those fingers, I touched his lips and willed him to be silent. "Just a moment more..." I whispered against those tender lips, capturing them in a kiss to silence his cries. We weren't to be found out.
I kept him busy, teasing his skin with my touches and kisses as my mind wandered. What if we were found out? My eyes were trained on him and him alone as I raised my hips, preparing to take him again. Exquisite, the way he looked bathed in sweat and moonlight. As I held him close, I remembered when I came to him. I remembered the first kiss we shared, when I first realized that I loved him. This, his love and mine, our stolen kisses and lovemaking was something we could tell no one. I thought of the others I lay with and called lover. What would they say to this? No. They could never know.
Never.
No one was to know.
No one was to hear of this.
To hear of perhaps one of the things I had done right.
He called out my name as I entered him. It came out as a breathless whisper, which I barely caught, nuzzling his chest as I drove in deeper. He was wonderfully tight, his body beautiful in every way as I pinned him down in our bed. His body pressed closer against mine; willing us to be one as I pushed into him. I shut my eyes. It didn't matter if we were found out. I love him. There should be no shame in that. I called his name out into the night. It didn't matter anymore who heard me.
I came after he did, the warmth of his seed spilling against my stomach and pushing me to my climax. My head lowered to rest against his chest as I sought to catch my breath, lying there in him and in his arms. The rise and fall of his chest calmed me as did the sound of his heartbeat. It was perfect, it seemed. I watched him, moonlight tracing his features as we lay there. "Beautiful..." I said against his lips, reaching to him and touching his cheek. As he closed his eyes, I knew for certain that I did love him. He knew I held no shame in taking him as my lover. It wasn't the sex, it wasn't the kisses, it wasn't the thrill of what we had to hide.
It was him.
My fingers passed through his hair as I tried to coax him to sleep. I watched him as he lay in my arms, curling against my chest and fitting against me as if he were meant to be there. He whispered my name as he fell asleep, warming my heart. I too closed my eyes, resigned to our fate. No one was to know about us. There was too much at stake. All I knew was I loved him.
All they knew was we were friends.