Prose: Dalston Love

Tel stood with his legs apart and his feet firmly on the floor. 

His muscles were tensing.  He leant forwards so his arms could cradle the full weight of Imogen’s naked body.

Like that he could easily lift her up and down on his cock:  and since she had calmed down a little they had found a beautifully sexy rhythm.  She knew that she didn’t have to speed up to make him come, in fact, speeding up would end up making him last longer because he would get overheated and she would get overheated and they would have another break and then they would start again,   again.  Now she was ready for him to come and she didn’t want any more breaks.  They had plateaued plenty and she had enjoyed the journey and how each time it was still getting better, even though it was already fantastic and the warmth and the sensuousness and the orgasms were thunderous and she satisfied him, which made her come all the more so.  So she just rocked with his rhythm and her legs clung to his thighs, loosely to keep the swing in her bounce.  That delicious swing bounce, being young and fit, they could maintain it, the sweat dripped from them both, and he was strong, he knew what he was doing, he held her through the heat, he meant business and he was looking at her now in her eyes and his eyes were wavering and she knew what that meant and it gave her the urge to go crazy but she held it down and let him bounce her sexy and steady not racing ahead ... not slowing down … and the music knew what they were doing … and it was with them ...  and taking them higher … higher, higher ... the bass kicked in dum-d-d-dum yeah dum-d-d-dum yeah yeah … and the high-hat flicked on tss-tsst, tss-tsst and wooooooaaaah - there was that tingling ……... she knew what it meant … no return, heading for the cliff, the cliff ... the cliff ... and whooooooooosh, they were going to drive it into the fucking sky, nothing could stop her now, aaaaaaaaargh, here it comes, here it comes, now she was going crazy because she couldn’t hold it down any fucking longer and she saw through the water in her eyes and the haze between them that Tel had his head held back and he was bouncing her and his shoulders were firmed up like thick tree branches holding her, cradling her, bouncing her up and down, up and down and his whole body was stiffening, his legs were taking her weight and bouncing her back up .... and his fucking cock was welling up inside her and and and and SLAMMMM! he held her DOWWWWWN ….. and then up ………. and then DOWWWWWN ……. she couldn’t stop the rhythm she had to keep squirming around in circles when he held her up ……….. and then she squirmed when her held her ……... DOWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNN ………. and she drove him crazy ….. she kept pushing them, pushing each Waaaaaaaaave ……….. ohhhh …. as it came through, riding each crashing wave, ohhhh ….. riding it ……. riding it …... each booming pulse from the heavens, each pulse …….ahhh  …... another pulse ... and the pulses gave way ... to the rhythmic shaking …….  and then came dawning …….. that they were drenched in sweat ……. and the light returned …….. and then the music came back, how loud it was ……. and then breathing, sighing …….  ahh …….. and him holding her …… holding her in her ecstasy …... holding her exquisitely …... holding her just how she liked …... holding her without letting go. 

She thought she had said it once before but she wasn’t going to say it again until he had said it.  Saying it once unreciprocated, that was ok.  She had been brave.  Saying it out loud helped it come true.  She was certain.  Expressing love for another, openly, honestly, fearlessly, that helped the other person reach for the love within themselves and then together they could build their love.  But she was sensitive and although she felt her love unconditionally, she knew that if she said it again and he said nothing she would lean over the abyss and fall forwards and that fall might never end.

Or most likely it would end but in a flood of tears and he would hold her and she would tear herself away, with thin strands of her hair stuck to her face and her skin red and puffy and either she would break his hold over her and run to the bathroom and lock the door with him quietly sitting outside and her whining that there was nothing wrong until she was too tired to resist the persistent call of her own needs.

Or he would hold her too tight for her to break free and then she would burst into tears in his arms anyway and he would hold her silently and they would each know exactly why she was crying but nothing would be said or resolved and she would feel empty and hollowed out inside and despite their bodies being together, despair would surround them.

- I love you, said Tel.

Warm orange light washed over her. 

She looked in his eyes and broke her body free from his.

To share our love, to conquer with our love, to let the whole sad mixed up world know about it.  That’s what lovers had to do.  We had to be bold and stand up for what was right and that meant complaining when the world was wrong but it also meant singing from the rooftops when we were right and the world needed to know it.  She slid the glass aside and grasped the railings with both hands.

Tel frowned - was she going to jump?   She was hazy and wild, she might fall … but before he could rise from the bed, she threw her head backwards and then as if she was putting all the other humans straight about their emotions, she leaned forwards into the air outside and yelled:

“I’m in loooooooooooovevvveeeeeee”

She wailed on into the night, cackling, shrieking..

She ran to Tel and took both his hands:

- Let’s go out.