Beads of sweat that appeared on her chest reflected, like thousands of mirrors, the lights of a log smoldering in the fireplace. The silence of this mysterious and truly magical night was broken from time to time by her piercing moans, now subsiding, now again filled with strength.
He, like a lion exhausted by the hunt, lay on an ancient carpet miraculously preserved. His body seemed to be buried in a fluffy pile, which gently caressed his back, causing a small and pleasant tickle, and it seemed that his thoughts were somewhere far away, not with her - the subject of his old erotic and carnal dreams.
But it wasn't like that. He greedily dug into her lush, milky breasts, which heaved with every breath, and rapidly fell with her every movement. The nipples, like two large raisins, were tense to the point that they could no longer see the folds. At the slightest touch with his fingers, she rolled her eyes, as if losing consciousness, but did not stop. Quite the contrary, her movements became more energetic and passionate. Her hair, recently twisted into a neat babette, was already disheveled and hung carelessly on her back and face. She licked her lips from time to time, the scarlet color of which was not caused by lipstick, but was evidence of previous passionate kisses, in which they bit each other, like two predators in the mating season, without feeling a drop of pain.
His large but thin fingers, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples to a pleasant pain, began to slowly rise up, sliding along her snow-white neck. With the forefinger of his right hand, he touched his ardent lips, burning with fire. Her parted mouth devoured him greedily, and he felt the barely perceptible touch of her tongue. Oh, what came into her mind at that moment was known only to her and the devil. Yes, she herself was the devil in the flesh. The priestesses of love, for whom men so passionately hunt, are only a pathetic likeness of the devilish machine of sexual pleasure. And she was in his arms. She sat on it, like a kite that tears and torments its prey. His left hand, meanwhile, has already caressed the place, which gives life to a new life. This feeding channel is called the navel.
He lifted his finger from her belly for a moment to wet it with his tongue and touched her again, slightly moistened. That light, warm touch made her stomach contract involuntarily. A shiver ran through her tense body. The thumb began to slowly bend around the mound of Venus, uncontrollably rushing down. There, where the center of the universe, the center of pleasure and unearthly pleasure, is now concentrated for the two of them.
Her movements became more and more frequent, her head tossed from side to side. Breathing quickened, sighs began to turn into moans, a push, another push ... Bliss. Oh, what delightful sensations fill a woman when the stream of living, warm energy erupted by him bursts into her pure, fertile flesh with an irresistible desire. She made a few more movements in a sweet spasm and collapsed exhaustedly on his chest. She could hear his heart beating like it was about to burst out. Like hundreds of drums of ancient tribes that announced a glorious victory. His breathing was fast, but deep. He could not enjoy these moments, which seemed like a dream. Eagerly swallowing air, he closed his eyes and whispered something unintelligible, as if delirious... It was sweet delirium.
He kissed her tousled hair, lifted her head tenderly and looked into her big girlish eyes. She cried. But these were tears of joy and pleasure, like those that appear in the eyes of a child when, after a long wait, he receives a desired gift. But something told him that the anxiety lurked somewhere deep, somewhere under his heart. He felt a strange dull pain in his heart, as if someone was squeezing him, preventing him from beating. As if someone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe freely. He understood everything. They both knew that this was their last meeting. Tomorrow, at precisely two o'clock in the afternoon, a large white ship will take him far across the ocean. Where she doesn't exist, where he doesn't exist.