Another curl of smoke crawled out of her mouth and snuck right back in through her nose. Like me, it wanted to be inside of her for as long as it could.
She was dancing again; twisting and undulating, the red lampshade casting pink shadows across her soft, naked skin. Well, almost naked. She was still wearing the red heels. She liked to watch herself dance in the mirrors. She had told me once that when she was high, the dragon tattooed on her back seemed alive when she danced. I thought she might be right about that.
"Do you ever feel like the music is talking to you?" she asked.
I couldn't say that I had. I never really got into music the way she did. I mean, she could just spend an entire night standing, swaying, listening to Jeff Martin or Maynard Keenan sing of dark things. She could get lost in those voices, those ideas. Me, I would get lost in my fantasies about her. I was a voyeur in my own relationship. I don't know if she noticed that. I think she did. I think she liked it.
"All the time." I lied.
She turned to face me, her hip slipping in a way that made me want to clear my throat.
"You're lying." she said, smiling. It was lopsided, her smile.
"Your hips tell me stories when they dance." I told her. It's the truth, isn't it?
"What kind of stories?" she asked, turning again so that her flat belly was in profile. Her arms were up now, hands curling above her head. I could see the curving underside of her breast, the mole on her ribcage. I had fallen in love with that mole last summer, making love to her in a field near the reservoir.
"Stories about goddesses and mysteries," I said. "Love goddesses."
She had turned again, looking back at me as her perfect, round little bottom made circles in front of me. The golden curls of her hair fell down her back, just grazing the dragon's head.
She took another pull from the joint she was holding, letting the smoke spiral up and around her head as she exhaled. The she held it out, waiting for me to come take it.
I crawled to the side of the mattress and swung my feet over. I stood up, stretching. She didn't move toward me; just kept dancing as she held the joint out. But in the mirror, I could see her looking at me. Her eyes invited me to come closer, to dance with her. But I can't dance, not like she can, so I just wrapped my arm around her waist, touching her hip, her stomach. In the mirror, our eyes met, and I slipped my hand between her thighs as the other ran along her outstretched arm, following it down to slip the joint from her fingers.
The music had turned sultry, and she began winding her way down to the floor, her body brushing against mine until the back of her head nestled against the front of my pants. She tipped her head back, smiling up at me. She knew she was exciting me. It had to be hitting her in the head.
I took a long pull, let the smoke fill my lungs. The marijuana crept through my veins until I felt my whole body focus on her and the sensation of her head nuzzling my crotch. She was crouched in front of me, like a stripper. And as she held my gaze steadily, she spread her knees, caressing her own thigh. As I took another long toke, her eyes dared me to look.
And I did. I watched in the mirror as her hand slipped between her thighs. I exhaled sharply as her fingers slipped down and around her clitoris, her other hand now playing with my fly, trying to get the buttons undone.
I slipped the joint between her lips, letting her take another hit as she continued to tease herself. I was already aching to touch her. But I knew she wouldn't let me. Not yet.
At least she finally had my pants undone. The gentle flutter of her fingers over my abdomen sent a shiver down my spine. She tugged at the waistband, slipping it down over my hips until finally the pants fell to the floor.
"Ah ha," she whispered triumphantly; I was, of course, not wearing anything underneath.
Again she took a drag from the joint I held. She was starting to twitch, and her breathing was laboured, thanks to her self-administrations. She pushed her body down, her legs spreading further apart, her fingers sliding in and out, in and around. They were slick, shining in the light. I wanted to taste them.
"I ..." I started to speak, but my throat was tight. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this turned on. This ready. Her head came around, her body twisting so that she was facing me while still allowing me to watch her fingers in the mirror.
She exhaled between my legs, carrying the sweet smells of marijuana and sex up to me. Her tongue darted out, and I nearly came on her. My legs were jelly, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her reflection. She was starting to pant, her hot breath teasing the inside of my thigh. Again, her tongue flicked out against my skin, my free hand tightening in her hair. I shuddered from head to toe as she began to moan, licking me again and again, the muscles of her thighs straining.
"Oh god," she whispered.
"Oh god," I repeated. I needed to touch her. I needed to fuck her.
I sank to my knees, turning her head back to the mirror, bending her forward and entering her in one swift, slippery motion. I dropped the joint, forgotten and used up, on the floor. She gasped as I thrust forward, my hands on her hips. I could feel her clenching around me, watched her come in the mirror. Her eyes we closed, and she was biting her lip, moaning again and again as I pushed. She reached back, sliding her fingers into my mouth. I let my tongue play over them for a moment before she removed them, and began to frantically tease her clitoris.
Multiple orgasms. It really is something to be jealous of. As she began to huff, her mouth now open, panting, she came again, and this time, I could not stop myself from coming in her. Again and again I drove myself into her as she bucked and moaned, whined and wiggled, until finally, we both slowed, crumpling into a heaving pile of sated lust on the rug.
We stayed there, naked and twitching in the afterglow, for along time. I touched her back, her stomach, caresses that brought soft sighs and invitations of exposed flesh.
Originally published April 2007 - "Dirty"