But not tonight.
Tonight we take will take it slow. We didn’t plan it, but we are so in sync that without a word we both know how we want it. I have just returned from another day of boring conferences, and you have come to my hotel straight from work. It would have been nice to take a shower together, but the handicap room shower was meant for only one. You went first, and when I was through, you already were stretched out on the bed, a flimsy, shear-like shirt type robe on your body.
“Take my robe off of me,” you excitedly whisper, “I want you to see me.”
My hands tremble with excitement as I slip the lacy rob off your shoulders. As I move it down, I feel that familiar shock of discovery that I always feel when seeing your breasts become unveiled. My cock twitches under the towel around my waist.
I look into your eyes and I can see you enjoying the way I stare at your beauty. You know how much you turn me on. And you get off on doing it. Yes, your body ignites my lust, but your soul, the vibrant, intelligent, sensual, off-beat person reflected in those eyes, that is what drives my love.
“Get rid of that towel, Vid, I want to see my effect on your cock,” Corrina giggles.
The towel drops to the floor and you start to breath a bit heavily.
“Oh, it’s been so long since…” and her words trail off.
I slid in next to her on the bed and put my arm around her, and we snuggled close.
Corrina smiles as if thinking about another time together, “Hmmm, Vid, it is like we never were apart. I remember how well we fit together, like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.”
We talk. We pull up carefully stored memories. We throw out “what may be’s” and other future wishes. The words caress us in parallel with our wandering hands. As the hours go by, those same words keep our desire on a slow simmer. This isn’t foreplay; it’s more like fiveplay.
I nod listening to her words and then begin to nuzzle her neck. Corrina’s makes this almost cat-like purr. Then my kisses travel around the side of her neck and across her collarbone.
“Oooo, that feels so good, my breasts are beginning to throb,” Corrina reveals, but she needn’t say anything because the goosebumps on her arms tell me all that I need to know.
My lips take a path down Corrina’s arm, and I softly kiss the inside of her elbow. Corrina squirms a bit and her body does that little sag that signals any reluctance to consummate this union has melted away.
As I skip my tongue down her forearm, the little almost invisible hairs stand up. I can feel her body trembling.
“In my dreams,” you confess, “you did that and it always makes me wet.”
“And now?” I inquire.
“Now my puhnani is pulsing and my breasts are throbbing even more, and… oh, please…”
She stops because her breathing is so heavy as to thwart the exiting of words.
“Well, let me see if I can help,” I offer with a faux cavalier tone.
I gently sway my soft bearded chin over her nipples and I can feel her breasts swell.
“Hmmm,” I profer my medical opinion, “my test reveals that you are turned on.”
“Can you run that test again, doctor,” Corrina goes along with the ruse. “Maybe check out the other nipple?”
So I spend a goodly span of time, rubbing her breasts and tonguing her nipples. My finger nails scrape across her nipples making them raise up dark and turgid. Corrina’s breathing is so rapid now that her moans are interspersed with gasps of air.
All of this turns me on. I am captivated by the particular way that Corrina becomes aroused. Every woman responds differently, I have found, and Corrina’s lovemaking stirs me up like no other.
Corrina’s voice gets soft and she makes a timid request as if worried that I might refuse. “Would you please use your tongue on my puhnani? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
I am a bit confused. I used to lavish oral sex on her years ago. The surgery she had hasn’t made my hunger to please her puhnani any less appetizing. My tongue wiggles up and down Corrina’s thigh and then to her outer puhnani lips. As my tongue slips in and out of her hole and swipes past her clit, she lets out a breath of air and shakes through a thunderbolt of orgasm.
“Oh, Vid, I want you inside me. I want your cock to pleasure me now,” she screams.
Getting up beside me, Corrina crawls over my body. I help her arrange her legs on each side of my hips, and she pushes off with her arms on my chest so that her hips are raised up just enough for me to slip my cock into her warm and wet puhnani.
As soon as I am inside her, I start to thrust. Slow delicious thrusts for a while and then wild and deep thrusts. Corrina goes from one orgasm to another until her moans become one continuous wail. I am at a fever pitch of pleasure, united with Corrina and experiencing a mind version of her orgasms.
Suddenly, the whole world goes away and it is just her body and mine. The focus of our being is on the pleasure points of our bodies. Her pleasure is my pleasure and my pleasure is her pleasure, and where one starts and the other begins is irrelevant. The hungry need to be united in mind, body and spirit has been fed and only the crashing aftermath of our final orgasm can extinguish this feeling.
Soon I can feel the inevitable arrival of an awesome orgasm. My thrusts grow deeper and more forceful. I reach up and tweak Corrina’s nipples and a massive wave of an orgasm washes over her. Her groan rockets out of some deep part of her being. She is shaking so hard that I have to hold her from falling off me, but my concentration is divided as her orgasm has set her puhnani to pulsate, clutching my cock and milking my cockshaft. As the cum shoots out of my cock, I feel like a bolt of ice has streaked down my spine. For a split second, I almost lose consciousness. The aftershocks of my orgasm is the most intense I have ever experienced.
Corrina slumps down on my chest. We have been making love for hours and the first rays of the morning sun are invading the bedroom. We cuddle and talk until the exertion of the night’s activity draws us into sleep. I am still inside of her, slightly de-masted and snug in her grasp. I know that at some point I will slip out, just as I know that at some point, in a day or so, we will have to say good bye again. The emptiness that follows will be our reminder of our night, and the memories will be our solice.
