Quiet Lovemaking

Jordan undressed him slowly, carefully, as if he was feverish. She stretched the neck opening of his tee-shirt to pull it gently over his head, she unbuckled and unzipped, then let his soft jeans fall off his hips, and she gently peeled off his boxers. In her heart, she held onto the undulating sea anemones, soft and quiet and colorful. Water seemed appropriate. She quickly undressed and guided him into the shower and he didn’t resist. Jordan willed every drop of hot water that rushed out, to carry his pain away, deep into the belly of the sleeping sea. She licked away small sips of his anguish, bit off tiny pieces of his sorrow. She kissed his harmony symbol repeatedly, silently asking it to bring some peace into its master’s heart. You have to help Ari, she told the diminishing chord. Harmonize.

The evening breeze on the little balcony was hot and dry, and their naked bodies had no need for towels. They stood together, facing the metallic sheet of water. Ari bathed in the soft light of the stars and in its reflection on the waves. Slowly, tentatively, he absorbed the calm, and smiled back at the crescent moon. At that precise moment the world around them settled a little.

Jordan collected the fluffy towels from the bathroom and spread them on the floor of the small balcony, suspended between sea and sky. She guided Ari down, and lay on top of him. She kissed him slowly, and caressed him, and kissed him some more, holding onto her softness, infusing it into him. She yearned to heal his soul with her body.

Jordan felt the quiet bloom inside her head. She swam in black, warm water. A new understanding coalesced, liquid at first, then, a Jellyfish, and finally, a bright starfish on a moon-drenched beach. She loved Ari with all her heart.

She took his erection into her, simply, quietly, and rocked above him, the small waves of her movements echoing the rhythm of the slumbering sea. The starlight reflected bright in his eyes as he looked into hers. She rocked and looked and bent to kiss his open mouth, keeping her rhythm.

His big hands caressed her shoulders and her arms and her breasts, and her small hands caressed his crunchy-haired chest and his slowly-softening face.

“All will be well, sweetie,” she whispered in his ear. “I know it, deep in my heart.”

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