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No turning back now
Sep. 7th, 2013 08:14 amOh.
My.
God.
Did that just... happen?
...Yeah. I think it...did.
I think. Unless I just dreamed the whole thing...
We...made love this morning, for the first time.
It was ...so... good I can't even... I don't even know what to write here. I've babbled on and on about every minute detail of our previous experiences, but this- it's like it lives inside a whole different plane. Part of me wants to capture this moment for future years so someday I cane read back on it and smile at every thrilling, delicious memory: The circumstances that began with a Spanish guitar concert and ended with us unexpectedly showered and snuggled into bed at 3 in the morning in our own private hotel room - How he lovingly drew me to him, spooning, and I assumed it would be a repeat of the last night we "slept" together (which really, no kidding, was just sleeping, fully clothed, no hanky panky at all - and here we were both wearing at least t-shirts and undies still, and were both exhausted enough for actual sleeping so that's all I expected)- then surprised the fuck out of me by nuzzling my neck and back with the scruff of his beard; the sensation so new & different that it took me a long moment to realize what the sensation even was, and why it was making me wet-- how once he finally fucking kissed me, a flood was unleashed & there was no going back; how he teased his way maddeninglydown until he was between my thighs bringing me to heaven with his tongue and fingers; how good he tasted and how sore my jaw is today from my... rampant enthusiasm. ;)
How, after our initial round of play, where we didn't actually go all the way, we slept lovingly curled together in a bubble of peace and contentment, but when we woke just a few hours later, he was hard for me again and he teased and bit me mercilessly until I opened for him completely, and we took each other joyfully, deeply, and with love...
...How he felt so right inside me, just like I knew he would, and even though I was surprised at the intensity and timing of his desire (he'd been the one putting the brakes on a little and I've been trying to be patient & supportive of that for him), now he was playing the aggressor and all I could feel was welcome for him in every cell of my body...
But another part of me just wants to be quiet, and enjoy this strange "high", unfocused, "huh?" feeling that's permeated me all day long. This secret happiness and... I'm exhausted & inarticulate & completely content except the part of me begging for more.
Or, as he put it himself in his message later today to me: "... I don't have words... Just... Oh, God. Please. More. Soon."
My.
God.
Did that just... happen?
...Yeah. I think it...did.
I think. Unless I just dreamed the whole thing...
We...made love this morning, for the first time.
It was ...so... good I can't even... I don't even know what to write here. I've babbled on and on about every minute detail of our previous experiences, but this- it's like it lives inside a whole different plane. Part of me wants to capture this moment for future years so someday I cane read back on it and smile at every thrilling, delicious memory: The circumstances that began with a Spanish guitar concert and ended with us unexpectedly showered and snuggled into bed at 3 in the morning in our own private hotel room - How he lovingly drew me to him, spooning, and I assumed it would be a repeat of the last night we "slept" together (which really, no kidding, was just sleeping, fully clothed, no hanky panky at all - and here we were both wearing at least t-shirts and undies still, and were both exhausted enough for actual sleeping so that's all I expected)- then surprised the fuck out of me by nuzzling my neck and back with the scruff of his beard; the sensation so new & different that it took me a long moment to realize what the sensation even was, and why it was making me wet-- how once he finally fucking kissed me, a flood was unleashed & there was no going back; how he teased his way maddeninglydown until he was between my thighs bringing me to heaven with his tongue and fingers; how good he tasted and how sore my jaw is today from my... rampant enthusiasm. ;)
How, after our initial round of play, where we didn't actually go all the way, we slept lovingly curled together in a bubble of peace and contentment, but when we woke just a few hours later, he was hard for me again and he teased and bit me mercilessly until I opened for him completely, and we took each other joyfully, deeply, and with love...
...How he felt so right inside me, just like I knew he would, and even though I was surprised at the intensity and timing of his desire (he'd been the one putting the brakes on a little and I've been trying to be patient & supportive of that for him), now he was playing the aggressor and all I could feel was welcome for him in every cell of my body...
But another part of me just wants to be quiet, and enjoy this strange "high", unfocused, "huh?" feeling that's permeated me all day long. This secret happiness and... I'm exhausted & inarticulate & completely content except the part of me begging for more.
Or, as he put it himself in his message later today to me: "... I don't have words... Just... Oh, God. Please. More. Soon."
