The “Under 500” are posts in which I attempt to do a sketch of a moment, generally sexual, in under 500 words. I’m inspired to add this to the stash. I hope you enjoy…
Panting unsettles my orgasmic dénouement. His hand was still on my neck. Big, strong fingers tracing deceptively delicate diagrams at the hollow under my chin where the throat’s thin-skinned then a finger slid abruptly to pull insistently on my lip, insinuating between my teeth with a blasé approach to the grinding porcelain and bone threats to his digital integrity.
My right hand tightened reflexively on his flank where it had been marveling over, over and over, the preternatural rigidity of the muscle under the sweat-slicked skin. My left hand went AWOL on its mission to sink fingers into the flesh of his forearm…bicep…shoulder that remained frozen in place holding him up seemingly effortlessly as he inhaled my skin, sensitized as it was by the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks, each stroke its own small riot of sensation across my flesh.
I shook again.