It is not sex that gives pleasure, but the lover.-Marge Piercy
Looking into her eyes, he asks, “Are you okay?”
She shyly replies, “Of course I am. Sometimes, I just lose myself though. It’s as if there’s some sort of “soul” to my orgasms, some other power besides mere pleasure.”
Holding her close, he breathes in the scent of her hair. She’s familiar. Warm. She cares. They have an undiscovered history. He wants her, and she, him. Why this insatiable desire? He’s not sure.
Sitting up, she grabs the discarded sheet, while making sure to put the comforter around him so that he isn’t chilled. “It is winter after all,” she thinks to herself as she wraps the sheet around herself and gets out of bed saying, “I’ve got to pee and grab something from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”
He smiles contentedly at her when responding, “I’m not going anywhere love,, take your time.”
Smiling, she stumbles back to the bed to give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He hears the rush of water as she turns on the faucet to wash her hands. He laughs to himself because he can hear her humming. Then she starts outright singing. Hearing his laughter, she yells “Hey, don’t make fun of my singing! I used to be good, once upon a time,” as she grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge.
He responds with, “you still are good.”
Uncorking the bottle, she walks back to the bedroom and stands in the doorway for a moment. With the light hitting her just right, he suddenly sees her as she used to be when first they met. With his realization, she blushes.
“Come back to bed love,” he whispers.
“I would like nothing better than to do just that,” she responds urgently.
She slides in next to him, and hands him the bottle, a sweet red wine. Perfect. He drinks greedily and then holds the bottle to her mouth while carelessly wiping his chin. She swallows the nectar and swears she can feel the warmth of its buzz spread throughout her body almost instantly. He drinks again before she takes the bottle and places it on the nightstand, after another long pull herself.
Smiling at each other, they kiss and taste the wine on each other’s tongues. She feels his cock harden against her thigh. the kisses become deeper, longer. He places his hand on her left breast and dips his head to taste her erect nipple. She arches her back as her pussy begins to swell and dampen with desire.
Placing her mouth up against his ear, she whispers, “Fuck me.”
He places his mouth on hers and asks, “Why do you want me?”
In response she reaches down between his legs and roughly grabs his hardened organ while saying, “Because I can make you feel like this.”
Sitting up, he leans his back against the headboard as he replies, “You make me feel so much more than just that. You make me feel like I am more, can be more.”
She smiles as she places her legs on either side of his hips and hovers over him momentarily, slowly brushing her clit against his tip in invitation. She kisses him passionately as he enters her.
“I’m going to fuck you slow,” She grunts.
“I’ll let you, for now”, He moans in response.
Moving slowly back and forth, she places her right hand under his chin while almost jamming her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it, while trying to make her move faster. She resists and changes rhythm, starts sliding up and down on his cock.
“Fuck, you’re good,” he says.
“So are you,” she coyly says in rhythm to her motions.
Feeling her pulsing tightness slide up and down his shaft, he can’t stand it anymore, and flips her back onto the bed. He waits a moment before mounting her, thrusting hard, because he knows that’s this is the only way she can truly cum.
“I remember you now,” he pants, “Do you remember me?”
“Yes, I remember,” She says in between breaths, her breasts swaying with each hit, “I always loved fucking you.”
Feeling her orgasm crest, he slams into her with each word said, before leaning over and kissing her neck, just before she pulls his hair and screams his name. Her pussy clamps down and holds his cock inside of her as she writhes through another orgasm. He keeps up the constant stroking. In, out. In, out, as she makes sure to move her hips in time with his.
He implores, “Baby, slow down. You’ll make me cum.”
But she only responds with “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum again.”
“Then cum for me love.”
And she does, while being paralyzed by the force of it. Tears leak from her eyes. Showing concern, he slows his movements.
“Don’t you dare stop, I’m not done yet,” she replies.
Her body relaxes as he keeps moving in and out of her. Pinching his nipples, she smiles as he lets out a gasp.
“Do you want to cum inside of me? Is that what you want?” She asks.
He can barely utter the word, “yes.”
“Then do it.”
Grabbing him, she lays him down and climbs back on top of him. She starts to move slowly again, placing her hands in her hair and leaning back while she grinds. He pushes her hips down as far he can, make her move faster. She reaches behind and begins to caress his balls, feeling that they are drawing up. Getting tighter. She smiles because she knows he is so damn close.
“Cum for me baby, cum for me,” She murmurs.
He lets out an intense sound of pleasure, like she has never heard before. It is like music and primal all at the same time. He shudders and releases his essence into her. Laying her body against his, he lazily wraps his arms around her, while caressing the length of her back. She rolls to one side and gently places her hand over his heart. She feels it begin to slow. Though it is warm, he picks up the bottle of wine, leans up and takes a drink. He holds it for her as she takes a sip as well. After he places it back on the nightstand, she leans up on one elbow. Looking him in the eyes, she smiles, while kissing his lips, cheek and forehead and touching his face.
“Can we do it again?” she asks.
He grins and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear before saying, “again and again. For as long as you’d like, love.”