We lay down last night, after our shower, in bed, put some music on – had my Spotify on random. Just lay there with him stroking me, touching my body, kissing my neck, he made me feel really good – really loved. We talked about music, a lot. I looked over at the clock and 90 minutes had passed seemingly unnoticed. I told him that we should probably go to sleep soon. He smiled and positioned himself between my legs. He started licking me, gently at first, very gently, rubbed me a little, eased his fingers inside me, very slowly and gently.
He had me gasping and almost motionless after a few minutes. He’s so incredibly good at knowing how to please me. He spent some more time licking me, touching me, toying with me. I was pretty much lost in absolute heaven and he knew exactly what he was doing. That’s one thing I love about him. There is no hesitation. I don’t need to tell him what to do. He just senses what I need and does it.
After he had me sufficiently built up, he eased his cock inside me very gently. I pulled him closer so that I could have more of it faster. I wanted him. Each stroke was bliss, each thrust a mini orgasm, all built up into one massive orgasm. My whole body wracked with pleasure, all I could remember to do was breathe, I almost blacked out at one stage, the chemicals flooding my body made me almost blind. It was pure and utter bliss. It lasted for what seemed like forever.
Afterwards, he held me for a bit. I felt weak. I don’t normally like feeling weak, but I didn’t mind this kind of weak, his reassurance was comforting though. He knows I’m still in charge.