Daphne V

Last part of this Daphne chapter.  A warning before you continue:  this is the first sex scene that I've ever written, and it's kind of graphic, and by "kind of graphic", I mean that it describes people performing sexual acts.  Now that you're all hot and bothered by my warning, I hope that you enjoy.  (Oh, and I'm adding in a picture between my this text and my actual writing from now on.  Enjoy this first one, a painting from a wall in Pompeii.)

Daphne opened her eyes as he reared up, tearing open his belt and tossing it aside onto the floor and pulling his tunic up and over his head. She took this opportunity to admire his body whilst his head was covered with his clothing, and at the same time removed her necklace and pushed it to a corner of the bed. Still on his knees, he sucked briefly on his middle finger and pulled up her dress, putting his hand between her legs. She slightly arched her back and rocked her head a bit, releasing a fettered breath.

Soon she grabbed his neck and pulled his head down to her own, mouth slightly agape and eyes filled with lust. “Put it in me,” she commanded. She could tell from the cheesy grin on his face that he was only too happy to comply, spitting in his hand and lathering himself up before easing himself into her. With this entry she closed her eyes with fluttering lids and rolled her head to the side as he began a rocking motion. It was spring, it was warm, and they were both already sweating. She put her hand up upon his chest to plead his attention and made the passive attention to roll him over, relying on him to do most all the work of it, pulling her up atop him and removed her dress, already beginning to stick to her from sweat.

Bent over him, she began to rock her body, but the feelings of passion, never fully taken hold, began to subside to the feelings of grief that had wracked her all this very day. Just as her mind began to sway in this direction, so did her body, her motions becoming more lackluster. She closed her eyes as tears began to form and fall down onto his chest, and as she opened them she saw that tears fled from his eyes as well. She wasn't sure which one of them had started crying first, but now they both were bawling their hearts out while having sex with one another.

However, he was the first one to start laughing, the convulsions of sorrow turning to those of amusement. It was contagious. She began to laugh too. Here they were, in the throes of passion, making love to one another, all the while crying their hearts out and now laughing. How ridiculous this all was. The tears began to give way and only the laughter remained. She fell down onto him and latched on, still conjoined, giving him a kiss on the neck. And so they lay there, naked and in each other’s embrace.