Confessions of a libra

[This post contains explicit, sacred content. You’ve been warned — or invited.]

26.05.25

I lay there on my elbows and watch as his eyes ravage me. Heat pools in my belly then between my legs. I lift a leg cinematically to his chest, feeling his skin beneath my toes. Noah holds the leg while maintaining direct eye contact. The intensity of his stare makes it hold mine captive. He is my heaven, my hell and my purgatory. He rubs his face into my foot and kisses along the side to my big toe. Noah nips there, sending shot of electricity up my leg.

I’m unsuccessful at withholding the shiver that rocks my spine. Each foot gets equal treatment before he spreads my legs, lowering himself. He expertly unclips the fishnets from the garter attached to my bodysuit in expert timing. My stomach is giddy from anticipation. He takes his time to roll each stocking off my legs. His touch is slow, torturous, and electric. My breath is hitched while my heart pumps a mile a minute.

I want to ask him to just take me as I am now. Let out all his thoughts and frustrations out on me now, before a languid re-exploration later. But I can’t formulate any words as he kisses up my thigh, small bites along the way that ensure I am well and truly in my body. Feeling him, aching for him. Little moans escape my lips, small but significant. With each thigh taken care of I feel his hot breath fan between my legs. I fight the urge to squirm from his face being that close to me. I fight the discomfort that comes from feeling scrutinised and being vulnerable.

He moves the bodysuit to the side to reveal me in all my glory. He licks me upwards in one long motion. His eyes roll back and I hear a sexy groan. As though my very taste was a return to delicious home. At the feel of his tongue, my shaking thighs make room in silent invitation, nipples harden in arousal and a squeal of pleasure escapes my lips. I feel at home. I chide myself for the thought and forget my own name the moment his tongue moves on my again.

I reach for his head gripping his strands to mark my approval. I don’t want him to stop and I hate being teased so good. He smiles at me with pride and a little cheekiness. Like a predator he crawls up the length of my body until his face is above mine. He grabs at my jaw and his lips crash mine, with more hunger. A hot, wet tongue invades and mine meets him hungrily in return. I lower myself fully on the bed to allow my hands the freedom to roam his back. Using my long nails to scratch his back, right on his weakness. I bite his bottom lip and he responds by pushing his pelvis into me harder. Letting me feel the hard length of him pressed up against me.

“Take this off,” Noah bites out.

His hands are fisted around the bodysuit he is stretching out at my waist. He moves aside to allow me the room to remove the fabric from my body. It takes at least a minute to unclasp it from the back and slide if off me. I don’t want to rush the process, but I also don’t want to torture myself because I need him. Now. Seeing him in all his lean glory makes me almost salivate.

Before I register anything, he tackles me and expertly rolls us so I was on top of him. Another squeal out of me and I’m low key concerned how much power he has over me. I can’t help the minx in me rubs against him, teasing and intoxicating. I want him to lose control, for us. My hands are splayed on his chest as leverage. His hands grab at my hips, expectantly. I can’t tell if he wants me to stop or never let go. His eyes are a raging storm while his pupils are clearly dilated. He gazes into my soul and I bare his in equal measure. I feel him press at my entrance and steel my nerves. As he enters I feel it like matching puzzle pieces.

“Junie,” he groans my name, eyes seeking for salvation that I never promised to give.

I circle my hips in response and find my rhythm, and he meets me in kind. The fullness I feel is secondary only to the way he treats me before we enter the bedroom. He titillates my mind; he worships my body. It’s through him that my senses become keen. Around him the colours are brighter, the scent in the air keener and each touch unforgiving. I feel the pressure build inside me and breath through it. I throw my head back, unable to hold back from instinct. My hands are back on his chest as he drives himself into me, over and over.

“I think I’m gonna…” I squeeze out of me before my walls tighten around him.

“Yes, uh you’re such a good girl. The best girl,” he instructs low and raspy while caressing me.

It’s all it takes for me to feel my world tumbling down in delicious decadence. I squeal and you can be sure I don’t care how loud it comes out. There is no performance in it, only reverence. Only gratitude. He follows me soon after. We ride it out together until we are sure that neither of us has anything left to give. I lift myself off him and collapse into the crook of his left arm.

We both take deep breaths, chests heaving discordantly until a natural unison. I find hope in the smallest of things. The little moments of bliss in shared silence. The way I so neatly fit beside him, as though I have always belonged here. The very fact that he demands we snuggle after each and every time. I can’t help but lean into it, inferring what I want to believe he means.

With a kiss on the top of my head I wake from the dream we have woven together. Noah sits up on the bed, removes the condom and throws it in the trash bin by his desk. Watching him get himself together, I can tell in the way he moves that his head is clear for the first time since I have entered this house. He won’t allow himself to bask in the glow of the energy we have created together more than he already has. I know we are not done, so I will myself not to spiral this close to him. I get up from the bed and walk to his closet. I select a plain looking blue t-shirt and place it over my head. I won’t ever make it easy for him. It’s part of what he loves about me.

Written under Lilith’s juridiction.

Signed in bone and brilliance.