my river

After finishing the autograph session, Louis decided that now he could relax, hide Kit's small hand in his and dump away from everyone. But it was not there. They didn't want to let them go. Especially after he finally took his beloved by the hand. Flashes, microphones under the nose:

Is this your new girlfriend?

- How did you meet?

- How long have you been together?

- What is her name?

“Tell me, does Lou have a tattoo on his penis?” (this is Keith).

She laughed in response, and then said:

Yes, and not alone!

And stuck out her middle finger at the aimed cameras.

Louis admired the compliment and Kit's resourcefulness, quickly and almost politely kicked out stupid questions and whispered in her ear:

- We're running. And they won't leave...

Jeff, the clever one, took the fire, and they quietly crawled back, dived into some passage, turned another and another, crawled under some structures and ended up in a field behind the stage. Technicians, quarreling, slowly dismantled the equipment. Behind the field, a narrow river gleamed in the sun, curving.

- There! Keith decided. They ran across the cut grass. The bells on her ankle tinkled. In general, she now looked like a girl - hippies with her fennels, colorful clothes and the desire to walk barefoot. And only a modern haircut, tight jeans and piercings did not allow to finally believe that she was not straight from some Woodstock.

The shore turned out to be flat, narrow, in fine river sand. And absolutely deserted, fortunately for them. Spreading trees approached directly to the water. They pulled to a halt at the edge and Kit kicked off her shoes and tasted the water. Smiled:

- Warm!

Her chest was heaving after running. Nostrils flared. She licked her lips, scooped up handfuls of water, and splashed it all over Louis. He closed his eyes against the spray flying into his face and listened to his heart beat in his chest.

A terrible timidity suddenly came over him. He felt like a teenager, for the first time alone with the very girl he liked so much. And now what i can do? How to behave? Drops flow down his face, down his chest, and he stands like that tree. He is afraid to breathe, although his breath has stopped from running. Love at a distance, sex on the Internet is one thing. And meeting in public. And all the tenderness is public. Now it's just him and her.

She is so beloved, so desired - at arm's length. She squinted in the sun, eyelash shadows on her cheeks. She tilted her head, blazing with a fire, slightly to one side. Studying. And his knees give way ... As then, under the camera, and now. And he feels awkward and ugly teenager.

She seems to understand this. He takes off his colorful blouse and throws it on the sand. Next is the bra. He slowly unbuttons his jeans. She stands naked, reflected in a leisurely river mirror. So beautiful it makes Lou dizzy. Then he goes into the water, throwing a sly glance over his shoulder. He finally dies and hastily pulls off his clothes. She’s a werewolf, a witch, a mermaid. And if she orders to drown herself now, he will do so, gladly…

She has a tattoo on her shoulder blade - a blue dragonfly, done so naturally that it seems to have just landed here, on the river. Louis is not a good swimmer, but the river is shallow and heated to the very bottom. The whale swims up to him, twinkling mermaid eyes, makes one circle around him, then another, inadvertently touching his tense body. He smiles so that goosebumps even in warm summer water. He shudders, as if from an electrical discharge, from these light touches. Once, on a California beach, he was stung by a jellyfish. It's the same feeling, but it doesn't hurt...

Finally, she freezes in front of him in the water. She slowly brings her face closer so that he can feel her breath on his lips. Louis gently touches her, pulls her to him and kisses her. Slowly, gently. Wet warm lips partly open to meet, respond to caresses. God, he's been waiting for this for a thousand years! The heart breaks loose and goes on some crazy crusade of its own.

He kisses again and again, already greedily, assertively, excitedly. She wraps her arms around his thin body, clings, wet fingers make their way up the neck to the back of the head, caress the strands, coarsely curled from the water, back, angular shoulder blades. A sharp tongue draws a path from the lips, along the chin, down to the neck. Outlines the pattern of the tattoo that was plucked out there. Lou can't help but moan.

And then she pulls him under the water and they don't part their lips until his heart starts to rush out of his chest and the lack of air almost rips his lungs apart. They emerge, inhaling greedily, squeezing each other until it hurts. The world is flooded with summer sun. Over the field the heat trembles. Drops of water glisten like diamonds on strands of wet hair.

“Keith…God, Keith…”

Louis is trembling with passion from head to toe, his fingers must be leaving marks now on her tender body, responding to every touch. Oh, my God, her boobs... you can stroke, you can kiss, biting her sharp nipples, lifting her out of the water. Finally you can! Palms on a round ass ... in the river she is weightless. Damn... This is insanely beautiful! He has been ready for a long time and only prays not to finish immediately, as soon as he is in her.

Her hips sway, cling to his, Keith can feel how much he wants her. Her hand slides down his belly, down to where desire pulses. Lou takes a deep breath. She presses herself against him, throwing her head back, exposing her neck to kisses. Her ankles cross at the small of his back, the bell biting into his skin, spurring him on. There are no clearer hints. He enters her all at once, with one push. She screams softly. Damn, it must hurt... I'm sorry, honey, but it's just impossible to hold back anymore. He kisses her on the ear, apologizing.

Probably, this can only be compared with sex in space ... Weightlessness, warm space, splashing water, moans breaking from her lips. Her every breath, every movement towards her drives him crazy, forcing him to move faster, deeper. The green-eyed demon rules over his body and mind as if it were his own.

She bites his lips until they bleed, her breasts sliding over his chest. The heart is mad, hesitating - to stop or jump out? The world disappeared, dissolved - only two black wells of her pupils remained. Everything concentrated, intertwined, flowed down there, into the lower abdomen, with a hot pulsation, a collapse point that must, must, must explode , or he will simply die.

And the world explodes. Hot bomb in the groin. Colored sparks in my head. Hoarse groans. Louis pushes himself against her, afraid to let go, to miss her... shivering in waves. Legs wobble. It hurts to breathe - the air cuts the lungs. Keith strokes his face, his shoulders. Her eyes are shining. He hesitates to ask if she had time… Damn, it was too good, divinely beautiful…

Lou doesn't want to get out of her, let go... He catches her fingers with his lips. Kisses. They sway for some time in the warm water, relaxing.They and the river are one. He still has the strength to carry her out of the water. And then they exhaustedly slide down onto the sand and lie, embracing each other, lightly stroking each other.

“Kit, you are so beautiful, so crazy, I love you, I adore you” he whispers, looking into her mermaid eyes, in which he has just drowned, choking. The painful tension of all the last months subsides, giving way to tenderness of the same universal scale.

“I love you too*…” she purrs and rubs her cheek against his shoulder. Everyone, now you can die. Breathe this second. Happier to be simply impossible! Even if she's lying now. Lou can't believe so easily that such a creature can truly love him. So what, and let ... It does not matter. She's mine - mine - mine!

*I love you too.