In The Silence

In the Silence
By: Snapes_Goddess

He is silent when he loves me. Completely silent aside from the sweet words that he whispers in my ears. He tells me that I am beautiful, that I am wonderful and sexy and that I am special to him, that I make him feel special in return. Yet, he is silent when he loves me. There are no moans or guttural grunting, no sighs or audible gasping, just the sound of his breathing mingled with the sounds that I can’t seem to hold back.


At first I thought it was me. That it was something I was doing wrong. I thought that perhaps he wasn’t really attracted to me, that he didn’t really want to be with me and it kept him from letting go. But I didn’t feel it in his kiss. When he kisses me I feel it all the way to my toes. My stomach flutters and shivers race up and down my spine with every press of his lips to mine. When his mouth caresses my skin, my cheeks, my ears, and the side of my throat…I feel heat and electricity prickling my flesh.


When I feel his hands on my body, touching my breasts and the moist delta between my thighs I want to crawl out of my skin. I can’t concentrate, I can’t think about anything but him and the intense pleasure I feel with every caress of his hand. I feel greedy sometimes, guilty because I get so lost in how he makes me feel that I forget to reciprocate. But the truth is that most of the time I can barely put together a coherent thought because I am so lost in the joy of his loving.


When he puts his mouth to my skin I feel as if I will burst into flames at any moment. The way he suckles at my breast, the way his tongue torments my nipples, it makes my sex flood with moisture. I become so wet that I blush in embarrassment but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his fingers strum my clit and fill my aching core. He always starts out so gently, his tongue is light and his suction soft but eventually he transitions into a firmer touch and stronger pull of his mouth. I love to feel him sucking my nipples hard, almost painfully. It’s a bittersweet intensity that makes me dizzy every time.


He is always silent unless it is to whisper pretty words or to direct me into a position he desires. When I am running my hands over his skin, stroking his cock with my hands, he remains quiet but I can feel that he enjoys it as if he is communicating with me without words to express his pleasure, his desires. When I take him in my mouth I would normally expect to hear him but again, he is silent. But I feel his hands tangle in my curls, the thrust of his hips as he gently fucks my mouth and pushes deeper. I feel him pulse against my tongue, taste the bitter-sweet flavor of his seed as it leaks from his tip.


No, his silence is definitely not a lack of interest or desire. I realize that now. I have stopped listening for what he isn’t saying and instead I listen for what his quiescence is saying. As he moves within me, his thickness stretching me, stroking me, pleasuring me he is completely focused on me. In that moment I am the center of his world. I can feel it in his touch, taste it in his kiss and I can see it in his eyes. Sometimes I think that he says more in his silence than he ever could with words.


Every time with him is amazing, an incredible memory that burns into my brain to be replayed again and again when we are apart. The way he smells, the way he tastes, the way he feels when he is filling me, it all remains so vivid in my mind. He engages my heart, my body and my mind and when I am with him I feel as if I truly am beautiful, sexy, wonderful and special.

In those quiet moments after the release, when we are both coming down from the high of pleasure I know that he is not indifferent. When he pulls me into his arms and he holds me tight against him I know that he is not pretending. And when I look into his eyes, heavy and sated, I am deafened by all that I hear in his silence.