Pieces of a Whole
Brutally cold weather, what a thrill! The wind whipped my uncovered hair in all directions and left me with stinging cheeks. I didn't mind, though. The frigid conditions are more exciting than smooth, sunny days. If I'm lucky, a bit of snowflake might fall on my face and clothes, burning me slightly. The discomfort I feel - pin and needle sensations - is a delight. It's so different from the unbearable heat that sun inflicts upon me.
And boy, I got lucky today, with snowflakes filling the world around me. Big, thick flakes, deserving of my tongue tasting ones. Their melted drops landing on my cheeks, and frost melting on my eyelids, left me beaming with satisfaction. Alas, my dreamy winter reverie was interrupted.
My companion bumped into me, "Hey," they said, wrapping their coat tighter around them. "You coming, or you been daydreaming too long?"
I frowned at them. "Dreaming is a lovely pastime, dreaming up a sunny day..."
"Samantha, we're late for a gig!" they said.
I laughed and followed them. We were heading off to an event, a small, intimate show comprising of lesser-known artists, comfortable choice for us. To them, it was about fitting in, but it made me think we were part of something grander; we mattered to folks there.
You'd never know Raen was an introvert by meeting them both. They'd hug themselves tightly with their arms, avoiding eye contact, and stayed quiet if talking to strangers. I bet you thought they were antisocial, but they just loved their solitude. They could be loquacious with me, and that changed everything.
Their hands were clasped behind their back, leant forward, and smiled at me - a posture meant to express warmth. I appreciated it since it made me feel wanted. I was worthy of opening up to Raen more than anyone else.
My mind wandered back to the snowy streets but was interrupted by Raen snapping their fingers in front of my eyes.
"You good?" They asked, emphasized with a series of clicks.
"Yep," I said, and we headed in. Our senses were bombarded as we entered the fray; alcohol, food, sweat, and sticky heat assaulted my senses. So I let go and immersed myself in the experience, losing in the melody and flashy lights.
Here was a crowd of people, each one unique with their music and movement, straining to hear the artists. For me, the music was urgent, pulsating dreampop, something I love. For Raen, it was an escape so intense, I was their savior. We kept each other balanced in the sea of people and stimuli.
My body loosened, thirsting for connection; I don't remember the lights or smells but a lot fewer faces than before. I stumbled into Raen's arms, provocatively close. Their scent, reminding me of cold air and blackberries, mixed with my excitement. Unable to resist before, we no longer bothered with clothing, getting intimate with each other. Their smooth, creamy skin sent sparks through my system.
In that moment, I forgot where I was, the cold outside, and who I was with. We were just a single entity, existing only for our sensory gratification and experience.
What could be another person for Raen was, to me, a means of keeping me from losing control. In my intoxication, they cradled my neck, combing their fingers through my hair. And in turn, I wrapped my arms around them, protecting us from the chaos around us. It became evident who my forever buddy was, who balanced me in this madness.
Their crop top and shorts were glued to their body, revealing only what was necessary to avoid nudity. As my fingers explored their curves, it became challenging to tell where flesh ended and fabric started.
I was dressed similarly, with a mini skirt that left little to the imagination, a fishnet top clinging to my body, and a lacy bra beneath to conceal my sizable breasts, which had expanded over time.
As they turned around, I could feel their every muscle moving sensuously as my hands found their back, sliding downwards. Their hands mimicked the motion, traveling towards my chest.
They stood on their tip-toes to reach my ear, whispering something that cut through the din of voices, music, and heavy breaths of people locked in intimate embrace.
"Right here," They said.
I grasped their full, round ass and squeezed, making eye contact.
"Right here?" I asked.
They nodded, their mouth open, their breath hot and heavy as they pressed their lips against my chest and kissed and licked through the fishnet fabric.
I traced my fingers beneath the snug material of their shorts, feeling their breathing quicken. They pulled them off their legs, stepping out of them and discarding them on the ground, then promptly forgetting they existed.
Their erect penis touched my stomach, throbbing and begging for attention, as I caressed their bottom. The contact resonated, increasing in desperation. The ground beneath me was slick with pre-cum, causing my skin to be slippery and wet.
Their hands found my bra, undoing it and slipping it down my body along with my skirt, also discarding it.
I moved my hand to my mouth, moistening it before sliding it up my leg to their ass, slipping between their cheeks. I probed their tight hole with my middle and ring finger.
Their moans reverberated through my ears, more audible than anything else, as they enjoyed the sensation. They switched breasts, kissing and licking through the fishnet top as I took their throbbing hard-on in my hand.
I rubbed my thumb over the slit, teasing it mercilessly as they humped into my hands. I brought my other hand up to my mouth, wetting it before sliding it between us, grabbing their cock.
Their moans became louder and more intense, grunting as they pulled my skirt up, pressing my hard cock into their own. They thrust into me gently at first, but increased the pace quickly, desperate for more stimulation and pleasure.
Their hands lowered to hold my neck, their head moving to lick and kiss my collarbone. I could feel their entire body vibrate from the music and my growing arousal.
As their insides constricted around me, stimulating my expanding arousal, they whispered, "Please... please Samantha, I need you inside me, I need...-"
Their words were interrupted by their own gasps, their eyes nearly rolled into the back of their head. I grinned, withdrew my fingers, and turned around, yielding to the pulsating pressure against me, pushing me into their ass.
They wrapped their hands around my neck from behind and gripped my thigh, their touch zapping me with electricity as waves of pleasure blanketed my body, amplified by the pulsing within their ass. As I thrust into them, synchronized with their needy movements, I reached around to grip their jumping penis, stroking it each time I pulled out.
Despite the frenzy around us, our bodies became one with the music, blending in with the energy of those around us, feeling the shift from soft to intense.
I've never done drugs or drank much at these sorts of events. The atmosphere, especially with Raen, got me in the mood enough. They'd get all needy andactive during shows like this, and I found it endearing. It made me feel proud. I knew they hadn't done anything like this with anyone else before. Without me, they'd never consider the idea of slow and powerful sex, surrounded by intense lights and deafening music, with people bent around us, touching everything they could reach.
Raen and I had discussed it. They'd claimed it was just something about me that brought them to life. Their world became more grounded in situations like these, and their need to stay apart completely shifted to needing to be near me. They were more than willing to cater to their desires.
During my thoughtwanderings, the reality merged with it. Their thrusts sped up, their pre-cum splashed on my hand like water from a damaged faucet as they grunted and moaned. The amplified music was now a chorus, made up of Raen's voice, my own, and those who followed us. The melody was exquisite and enticing. Hearing my own steady, powerful grunts intertwined with Raen's soft moans electrified my groin, making my cock jerk inside them.
It was more emotional than the music.
As my orgasm came close, Raen began speaking, a sell-entwined with moans and gasps.
"Mmmm... so damn co... so fucking clos... so fi.. bum fuck....," They panted.
Their nails gripped into any exposed skin they could find, and I grasped their neck to turn their head back to me.
Their eyes dilated, their eyelids fluttered, and my mouth sought theirs.
I kissed them back and whispered, "Ever wonder what's coming next, my darling sub?"
Raen nodded, their moans deepening and amplifying while they thrust faster and harder against me, aiming to fit me as deep in them as possible.
"Ye... s... I... need you to fill me up, and after you've finished... I'll fill that tight little ass of mine with my semen... I'll breed you right here, all our friends witness... you'll moan and chant my name, and your body will thrash, shake, and shudder as you climax."
Their face fell into a wide, pleased grin, their pupils dilated as they rolled their eyes upward. Their breathing quickened.
"Oh fuck, yes," They groaned. "Yes... oh yes, fuck me... pump my ass dry... fill me up... fuck harder... scream my name!"
I tore my mouth away, giving in to the need, and slammed my cock into Raen's ass with full force. We both seemed to lose our minds at the force and skill of our combined thrust, moaning as we ravaged each other.
Although I didn't think either of us had stamina left, Raen seized my hand wrapped around their shaft, lifted it up, and kissed my cheek while staring deeply into my eyes.
I rolled my lips back, grinning back at Raen. They were still warm, so we clung to each other. We wouldn't be finished anytime soon, and we'd likely do this again, but I simply couldn't think about that at the moment. The only thing I could do was smile back and share a kiss while they rested in my arms.
The bliss was overwhelming.
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