When I woke up that early morning in August, I didn't know I'd have you by the time I went to sleep. I knew I wanted you then, this much was true, but I still didn't know I'd have you by the time night fell from the sky, that summer in the Ukraine.
We danced around each other a bit throughout the day like we always did, and it was fun and flirtatious and rather innocent, considering we were supposed to be the adults in the room. I knew I wanted you, that I'd only have to wait just a couple of more days until we'd get to take our secret trip to Kiev and I'd surely have you by then. I still didn't know I'd have you by the time all doors were shut and everyone was sleeping.
While the moon was out, Mother Nature did us a favor and pulled the clouds in, illuminating the sky in a pale, pea green light. Lightning came in sharp flashes, soon to be followed by the cackling thunder. I love to sit on windowsills and watch whatever is happening outside. We opened the window, and I sat on the sill in that room in the old orphanage we stayed at, and watched the buckets of rain splatter against the trees with such fervency that I knew I wanted you more than I already did.
You stood there in front of me, perhaps waiting for a signal. I had the music on a light hum, Bonobo's The North Borders, and it seemed to match the tidal riffs coming from sky, and from my chest heaving its way in and out. You slid your hands on my knees and pulled me closer to you as you stood in front of me. I wrapped my legs around your waist like ropes and you kissed me. Yet, I still didn't know I'd have you by the time the rain started pouring and I started melting down below, that night in the Ukraine.
The thunder kept slapping the sky, and you had my panties off, reaching your hands around my waist, clenching my ass. The white curtains fluttered. I felt secure on that windowsill, like I was exactly where I needed to be as you trailed your lips from my mouth, down toward my chest, further down. I knew exactly where you were going. You, between my legs. I knew I wanted you there, this much was true.
And you buried your face inside me and I had no choice but to lean my head back and stare up at the pale sky, still releasing hundreds of thousands of drops of Ukrainian rain. I was soaking for you, and you continuously tasted me over and over. My knuckles must have gone as white as the curtain I clenched in my hand. I knew I wanted you more than ever, this much was true.
Until you pulled me onto the floor. You took off the rest of my clothes and I pushed off your pants with my toes, eager just to feel close, for skin touching skin, that's it. Nothing more than that. I knew we couldn't go further than that, but I wasn't ready to pack up and call it a night just yet. You had had me on the sill for possibly hours, but those hours felt like minutes and the rain still hadn't ceased. And there we both were, completely naked, our bodies illuminated by that same pale light. And that's when the thought crossed my mind, what if I have you now? Would this change anything?
Reason came first, wait until Kiev. You were planted on top of me, and I could feel bits of you in so many places except the one place I wanted you the most. Then I said it out loud, No, let's wait, and you agreed and instantly I regretted that decision because I knew I wanted you that very moment you pulled away. Perhaps you felt that same regret, maybe it was in the jerk-reaction in my leg that kept you from running off, because you turned back around as quickly as you had pulled away, and the next thing I knew, you were back to where you just had been. The only difference was this time I let you in.
You collided into me with gentle force, and I could feel myself get as wet as the ground outside as you started rocking faster back and forth. Then it occurred to me, I'm having you in this very moment. I had thought about having you for awhile, and now the time had come. I coiled my legs around your hips and held your face, trying not to cry out too loudly even though I wanted to shriek as loud as the thunder outside. I wanted to wake the whole town up, this is how good you had me in that moment. You felt. So. Fucking. Good. Better than good. Decadent. Having you felt exhilarating. Victorious.
When you stopped, it was abrupt as your arm had my arms pinned down above my head. You came with urgency. You spilled on me, on my stomach, on my lap, with hot pressure. I could tell just by the heat of it and the way it hit my skin that you enjoyed having me too.
We still went to Kiev two days later, where you continued to explore my body and I felt like a luxury, over and over in hotel sheets. We eventually said goodbye to one another and left the Ukraine a few weeks later. A part of me thinks maybe I'm still there, sitting on the windowsill in the orphanage, full of knowing that I very much still want you, while the wind blows the white curtain around and the sky changes colors in the Ukraine.
We danced around each other a bit throughout the day like we always did, and it was fun and flirtatious and rather innocent, considering we were supposed to be the adults in the room. I knew I wanted you, that I'd only have to wait just a couple of more days until we'd get to take our secret trip to Kiev and I'd surely have you by then. I still didn't know I'd have you by the time all doors were shut and everyone was sleeping.
While the moon was out, Mother Nature did us a favor and pulled the clouds in, illuminating the sky in a pale, pea green light. Lightning came in sharp flashes, soon to be followed by the cackling thunder. I love to sit on windowsills and watch whatever is happening outside. We opened the window, and I sat on the sill in that room in the old orphanage we stayed at, and watched the buckets of rain splatter against the trees with such fervency that I knew I wanted you more than I already did.
You stood there in front of me, perhaps waiting for a signal. I had the music on a light hum, Bonobo's The North Borders, and it seemed to match the tidal riffs coming from sky, and from my chest heaving its way in and out. You slid your hands on my knees and pulled me closer to you as you stood in front of me. I wrapped my legs around your waist like ropes and you kissed me. Yet, I still didn't know I'd have you by the time the rain started pouring and I started melting down below, that night in the Ukraine.
The thunder kept slapping the sky, and you had my panties off, reaching your hands around my waist, clenching my ass. The white curtains fluttered. I felt secure on that windowsill, like I was exactly where I needed to be as you trailed your lips from my mouth, down toward my chest, further down. I knew exactly where you were going. You, between my legs. I knew I wanted you there, this much was true.
And you buried your face inside me and I had no choice but to lean my head back and stare up at the pale sky, still releasing hundreds of thousands of drops of Ukrainian rain. I was soaking for you, and you continuously tasted me over and over. My knuckles must have gone as white as the curtain I clenched in my hand. I knew I wanted you more than ever, this much was true.
Until you pulled me onto the floor. You took off the rest of my clothes and I pushed off your pants with my toes, eager just to feel close, for skin touching skin, that's it. Nothing more than that. I knew we couldn't go further than that, but I wasn't ready to pack up and call it a night just yet. You had had me on the sill for possibly hours, but those hours felt like minutes and the rain still hadn't ceased. And there we both were, completely naked, our bodies illuminated by that same pale light. And that's when the thought crossed my mind, what if I have you now? Would this change anything?
Reason came first, wait until Kiev. You were planted on top of me, and I could feel bits of you in so many places except the one place I wanted you the most. Then I said it out loud, No, let's wait, and you agreed and instantly I regretted that decision because I knew I wanted you that very moment you pulled away. Perhaps you felt that same regret, maybe it was in the jerk-reaction in my leg that kept you from running off, because you turned back around as quickly as you had pulled away, and the next thing I knew, you were back to where you just had been. The only difference was this time I let you in.
You collided into me with gentle force, and I could feel myself get as wet as the ground outside as you started rocking faster back and forth. Then it occurred to me, I'm having you in this very moment. I had thought about having you for awhile, and now the time had come. I coiled my legs around your hips and held your face, trying not to cry out too loudly even though I wanted to shriek as loud as the thunder outside. I wanted to wake the whole town up, this is how good you had me in that moment. You felt. So. Fucking. Good. Better than good. Decadent. Having you felt exhilarating. Victorious.
When you stopped, it was abrupt as your arm had my arms pinned down above my head. You came with urgency. You spilled on me, on my stomach, on my lap, with hot pressure. I could tell just by the heat of it and the way it hit my skin that you enjoyed having me too.
We still went to Kiev two days later, where you continued to explore my body and I felt like a luxury, over and over in hotel sheets. We eventually said goodbye to one another and left the Ukraine a few weeks later. A part of me thinks maybe I'm still there, sitting on the windowsill in the orphanage, full of knowing that I very much still want you, while the wind blows the white curtain around and the sky changes colors in the Ukraine.
