Slow Sex

There was a sweetness about our affection for one another, a desire to touch each other gently, to kiss softly, to be close.

Our lips pressed together, then opened slowly as our tongues began exploring, tasting, caressing; passion and comfort in one kiss.

We were standing beside the bed, naked but not yet embracing. Our arms hung relaxed at our sides, but I could feel his cock pushing against my mound. The lack of contact was arousing in a teasing sort of way. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted my lips on him. And more than anything, I wanted desperately to feel him inside of me.

I stopped kissing. “Put yourself inside me. I want you inside me.”

He paused, a quizzical look on his face. I put my hands on his waist and pulled. As I lay back onto the bed he leaned forward on one arm and held his cock in his hand, ready.

“Don’t thrust. Just be still. Fill me up and stay there. Let me feel you inside me. Let yourself feel me surround you.”

He slowly pushed in and lay his body on top of mine. We sighed in unison.

“Don’t move.” I said. “Just feel this. Make it last.”

My arms were wrapped tightly around him now, and the urge to thrust was almost overpowering. I could see it in him, and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.

“Stay still for just a little longer.”

He was pushing himself against me as hard as possible, fighting his physical need for more. He slipped his arms under me and squeezed our bodies together. With a small tug he rolled us over, our hips never separating. He was still deep inside me, but he had given me the lead.

I raised up on my elbows and rested my breasts on his face. With a slight twist of my shoulders I could feed him one and then the other, and he sucked on my nipples, nibbling and licking and sending the most delicious tingles down my spine. My pussy begged to move, but I resisted. Sometimes anticipation is everything.

I pushed up on my arms, reluctantly withdrawing from his hungry lips, and I sat up straight, straddling him, my full weight on his hips, his cock as deep in me as it could go. He lay still, never looking away from my eyes, waiting.

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