A walk in the park

Transcript

Oh, that's better. Just breathing. I feel like I haven't taken a real breath all day, you know? It's just this shallow, tight-chested thing you do to get from one box to the next.

The office box, the train box, the apartment box. But out here, your lungs finally remember what they are for. It's strange, isn't it? Our first time actually being together.

And it doesn't feel strange at all. It feels like I'm just remembering what it's like to sit next to you. Like I've done it a thousand times before.

I've been looking forward to this actually, to just this, the quiet, you. You have this way of being still that's captivating. Everyone else is fidgeting, strolling, vibrating with this nervous energy, desperate to be anywhere but where they are.

But you, you just arrive, you're present, it's the rarest thing in the world. And it's incredibly attractive. There it is, the noise, always trying to clob its way in, even here.

It's a reminder that all of that, the deadlines and the traffic and the anger, it's all just a bad dream we're forced to have during this day. And this is what's real, this bench, this air, the way the breeze is catching the strand of hair by your cheeks. Can I? My hand feels so heavy right now.

It wants to move, it wants to rest just here on your knee. Is that okay? Just tell me.

A nod is all I need. Thank you. And there, it's not so heavy now.

The weight of it, it's found its womb. And I can feel the warmth of you even through the fabric of your skirt. It's like holding a captured piece of the summer sun.

And my thumb is just moving on its own, making these slow, lazy circles, tracing the shape of you. And I love the texture of this material, it's simple and honest. And I can feel the strength in your leg beneath it, the stillness.

You are so wonderfully still for me. My fingers are at the hem, just resting there, at the boundary, the edge of the world. And I'm not going to rush this, we have the entire night.

We have all the quiet the world has left to give. And I want to spend it with you right here, at this exact border, exploring it, learning it. Is it alright if I explore a little further, past the boundary? Just the very tips of my fingers, just here, under the edge.

This feels incredible, so warm, so impossibly, unbelievably soft. I thought I knew what skin feels like, and I was wrong. This is something else entirely, this is a secret.

Thank you for sharing it with me. My fingers are barely moving, just resting on the very top of your thigh. Can you feel my pulse? It's hammering in my fingertips, a frantic little bird trapped in a cage, and yet everything else is so slow, so calm, because you are calm.

You are my anchor in all of this. I'm going to move now slowly, so slowly you'll barely feel it. More like a change in temperature than a touch, just a slow drift upwards, a journey.

The fringe of you is a new country, uncharted, and I'm a very, very patient one. Your breathing just changed, did you know that? It was slow and steady and now, now there is a little gadget, a tiny hesitation right at the top of your breath.

There, it happened again. That tells me everything, it tells me you feel this, this current running between us. My hand is so steady, but inside I'm shaking.

This is exquisite, this slow, deliberate claiming, none of you know, no, never that, but of the moment, this perfect, unbroken moment. I'm tracing the curve of your thighs, the muscle beneath the silk of your skin, and I can feel the faintest tremor starting deep inside, a promise, a whisper of what's to come. But I'm getting closer now, closer to the heat of you, and I can feel it's cooling, it's a warmth that's deeper, more intense.

Let me get closer, I want to feel your breath on my cheek, I want to whisper to you. Hush now, don't think, just feel, feel my fingers as they slide along inside of you. So sensitive here, so responsive.

You shifted a little, leaned into my touch. Yeah, good, so good. Give me all your reactions, I will keep them safe, I will cherish every single one.

Here we are, the threshold, so wet for me, so ready. My God, you're a perfection, let me just touch you. Just one finger at first, gently tracing the folds.

Your body knows exactly what it wants, it's opening for me, offering itself. This is the most beautiful thing ever. Let me kiss you, please, I need to taste you on my lips.

I need to taste you on my lips, and I need to feel you on my fingers. Yeah, like that. Open your mouth for me, let me feel your sight.

I can feel your clenching around my finger, so tight, so perfect. Let me add another. There, can you take that? Yes, you can, and you take it so well.

Everything else is just noise, remember? The city, the world, it doesn't exist. There is only this bench, this night, my mouth on yours, my hand between your legs.

This is real. I can feel that you're starting to unravel. Let go for me, I've got you.

I won't let you fall, I'm right here. Just climb, climb for me, that little sound in your throat, make it again, please. Yes, that's it.

My thumb is finding that perfect little spot right there. Do you feel that? The whole wall just narrows.

It shrinks down to that single point of contact. That's all there is, that's all there needs to be. Your hips are starting to move, rocking against my hand, desperate now, but we're still going to take our time.

We're going to draw this out until you can't take another second of it. Breathe, look at me, that's it, kiss me, deeper. I feel your orgasm building, it's like a wave of pure light rolling through you, it's coming.

Don't fight it, I'm here, I've got you. Come apart in my hands, shatter, I will hold every single piece, and now, for me now. That's it.