28 Carnal Orgasms and Naked Pleasures

Their eyes were speaking languages their lips could not speak as their fingers drew nearer to each other's.

There's always that spark. Call it cliches if you would, but that spark is always there. It's not a bonfire or a theatrical flame, it's a tender syncing chime that rings in the soul of both lovers the very moment their hearts embrace the presence of the other in it. 

They felt that spark. Their fingers made a sport of the twitching and slight rubbing that had already begun and with widened eyes and patient but steady anxiety, they moved their faces towards each other's.

"Her breath is warm and feels like a hug I'd thought only memories could recreate." Liam thought to himself as he steadied his face next to hers.

"His lips are like the harvested edges of the moon and that's a constellation I'd want to be locked in." Ava thought to herself.

This wasn't teenage chemistry or lustful attraction, it was passion. 

Do you know the one thing lovers don't tell you about their first kiss? It's illustrious. Not because it's borne of passion or anticipation, but because of the uncoloured stillness of the fiery moment. Everything stops. Time halts, in awe of the solemn sincerity their eyes pledge, the delightful misty showers in their nostrils and the unsaid words lavished into the uttermost parts of their mouths as their lips bind and mold in a mild Siamese exchange. 

For Liam and Ava, it was just that. It wasn't a Shrek kiss or a forever princess moment, it was their moment and their feelings were the definition.

It wasn't awkward. They allowed their feelings to reach within them enough to set their blooming stomach butterflies free.

They smiled in the comfort of the silence and their legs danced within the pool's water in synchronicity.

"Zzzz Zzzz" 

"We should go join them for dinner." Ava said with a leaking smile from her enchanting face as their phones chimed simultaneously.

"Yeah, we should." Liam, without much interest in any meal besides the juices of Ava's lips pretentiously agreed.

There was a towel by a frame towards the wall and Liam who stepped out of the pool first took it and extended it to Ava who drenched a little less than he was from her thighs on to her toes.

While she bent over to dampen the water from her legs, Liam couldn't help himself from staring helplessly at her figure as though he'd been fatally bewitched.

"Here you go, Liam. Thank you." Ava said to Liam who quickly looked away from her voluptuous backside on to her face as he didn't want to come across to her as a creep.

"It's okay, you know.* Ava said with a smirk Liam could swear looked like that of Jezebel about to get laid.

Did she just give him consent to watch her and lust after her Vogue-worthy body?

Liam replied her rhetoric flirt with a passionate smile steamed in a thousand thoughts that involved the many ways he wanted to make her moan his name from her nakedly enchanting mouth.

Liam helped himself get off his wetness or whatever droplets of water were still kissing his Eros body as he dragged the towel from his shoulders on to his waist.

They got back into their clothes and looked at themselves carnally like beasts that had unfinished business. Theirs was not to be in the jungle, but somewhere unknown yet twice as fulfilling.

"For the lady." Liam said with an humble smile as he opened the penthouse's door for her to go through.

"Thank you." Ava replied as she found his courtesy to be sweet.

Ava walked a few steps ahead of Liam but he was strolling side by side in her head as she occasionally blurted out smiles of what seemed like a nasty future where silence wasn't present in the room, just pleasure.

Liam's mind made a devilish portrait of his urges and the hellish ways he sought to lavish her with pleasure that could rival her memories of cold cubes in a summer noon. 

'Partners in misery' is really a love bond that tons of people don't get right. When grief meets grief, it's an intercourse of ghosts that formerly haunted. 

"I'd like to touch him, and feel him."

"I want to hold her, grip her and feel her." Liam thought to himself before his manly confidence possessed him insanely.

He advanced to her side before reaching for her hand with precision as he wrapped her tender fingers within his soft godlike palms.

"He's warm." Ava, stunned by his move and in awe of his touch, thought to herself with a Kylie Jenner voice.

"Warmth. This is what it feels like." Liam, wrestling the urges of nasty thoughts, basked in the feelings her erect fingers dished out to him.

Within the escalator, they looked at each other and smiled shyly.

Like Adam, when he first saw tits on Eve's chest, and like Eve, when she first saw a weapon pointed at her from his thighs, their minds toured continents of the other's bodies courtesy of the fruit of imagination.